I found the list by accident.
Damon had mentioned it in the sitting room two nights ago with the matter-of-fact delivery of someone who had not planned to mention it. I had filed it away as one of those things that existed between us now, the small unexpected things that kept surfacing and adjusting my understanding of what the past five years had looked like from his side.
I had not thought about it again until Eli came to breakfast on a Tuesday morning with a folded piece of paper in his hand and the expression of someone carrying something important.
He put it on the table in front of me.
"Damon dropped it," he said. "In the corridor. I found it when I went to get him for breakfast."
I looked at the folded paper.
"Did you read it," I said.
"I tried," Eli said. "But there were too
