She had dated it fourteen months before she died. She wrote that she had asked Bennett for help twice, once with the November appointments and once when she could not get up the stairs, and that both times he had explained why it was not possible and she had told him it was fine. She wrote that she had stopped asking after that, not out of anger, but because she could not bear to keep hearing the answer. Then she wrote the line that emptied the room. I never told your father because he would have gone to war for me, and I wanted him to keep his son.
Bennett read it twice. He did not defend himself, which was new. He said her name once and then he put his head down on my kitchen table and I let him stay there. We did not discuss the trust again that morning, or for a long time afterward.
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