TWENTY-SEVENThings started to roll ahead at an alarming rate, and John was suddenly inaccessible. She wasn’t sure how he had become a functioning member of society overnight, but that seemed to be what had happened. He continued working evenings, and she continued driving him to work, but she had to cut him a house key and show him how to use it, because his days were taken up with the agent and various other professionals. He learned to use public transit.
Things were recorded, things were scheduled, things were hashed out and drafted and signed. It turned out that there were ways to work around the fact that John didn’t legally exist. Probably not legal ways, possibly not even ethical ways, but there were ways. As long as someone was working on figuring out who he was and where he had c
