At the place of mumbled dogs and somebody else’s grill rotting in the yard, we meet her and she wants to be a coder. She’s alarmingly young and black in a poor trump trailer world. So we buy her the code book.

It was the right thing. It won’t switch the code, but maybe someday she will just go around the impedimenta and write her own. It’s a potential solution for seventeen bucks. It’s 17 more than Lilly has and 100K less than we do, so we tax ourselves and reparate just that far.

She told me thanks and told me she would call if she had questions. I really should have given her the number too, but I plan to think it’ll all work out. Eventually.