Chapter 38: Saturday
I spent Friday doing ordinary things. That was deliberate. After a significant event, I had learned, the tendency was to fill the following hours with analysis. Reviewing what had been said. What had not been said. What the responses meant and what came next. Turning the significant thing over and over until it lost its original shape through the handling. I had done that for three years after the collapse. Turned the event over so many times that I had eventually stopped being able to see it clearly at all. So on Friday I did not think about Thursday. I called my father in the morning. He was at his desk when he answered, which I knew from the specific quality of the silence around his voice. He had a study in the house where he lived now, smaller than the estate's, with a window t
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