I took photographs — forty-one of them — and I put the lid back on and slid it against the house, and Walt put the loveseat on the truck.
And then I emailed those forty-one photographs to the lawyer and to myself and to nobody else on earth.
I Left That House at 1:40 in the Afternoon and the Only Thing I Left Behind Was the Note, Face Up, With a Receipt Under It
Here’s what I did last, and I thought about it for about twenty minutes while the men loaded the truck.
I left the note where it was. On the kitchen counter. Face up. With the turkey magnet beside it.
And underneath the note I put one single piece of paper: a photocopy of the wire confirmation for thirty-eight thousand dollars, dated August 2022.
