The woman at work is called Pris and she did not need any of it, and she told two people, because that is what happens.
And in the December, at a thing before Christmas, a man I barely know said something to me about my friend who had been going through my post.
He was not being unkind. He thought he was being sympathetic.
That is what I built in nine days with three conversations. A version of Freya Nkemelu that was loose in a building she does not even work in.
I corrected it in the January. Properly — I went to Pris and I told her the whole of it, including the sentence I said in 2023, which took about four minutes and which was the worst four minutes of that month.
And she was good about it and she has corrected it where she can.
But you cannot get it all back. Somebody somewhere in Brackenmere still thinks that woman reads her friends' letters.
