We met 90 days go. Look, he says, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. He shuffles in his seat as he says so. I pour myself some more coffee and tell him fine, I have to prove to myself that I can. You know best, he says. But there are other solutions, you know. He stands up and goes over to the window. I know, I tell him, but this seems to be the easiest. And the quickest. He understands. He …
