“It was from August.” A brief silence. Henry broke it. “That’s why things went as well as they did after you dropped us off. You know that, right?” “I don’t think a fifty-dollar bill can do all that.” “Not the money, August. You. You’re the reason things were pretty okay after that. I know you think we just went on with our lives, and I’m sorry we didn’t know you really wanted us to keep in touch. Now I wish we had. But still. It changed everything. It changed us. Whether we talked
