POSTSCRIPT

And that’s how it was. That’s exactly how it was. But it’s not exactly how I’ve been telling it over the months since. I’ve needed to talk my way out of trouble, not deeper into it. And the truth wouldn’t have helped. Not the whole truth, anyway. My solicitor (having a solicitor being one of many new experiences the past year has brought me) seems to think I’ll soon be off the hook. But maybe he wouldn’t think that if he knew what really happened. Just as well he doesn’t, then. Just as well no one does. Except Win (who isn’t talking to anyone) and Echo (who isn’t sure she believes it). Plus me, of course. The poor guy it all happened to. Yours truly (for once).