Ten years after my husband threw me out in the rain while I was carrying his twins, I watched him tell a television audience that his one regret was never having children.

He is not good at it yet.

That man is extremely good at about ninety per cent of the things in his life and he is genuinely bad at this one.

I have watched that man be bad at it for a year and I have had to sit on my hands.

But he has not missed one.

Not a single one, in fourteen months. Including a week in the April when his own company was coming apart about something that was on the news.

There is a financial arrangement. It took about four weeks and it was not contested on one line.

I am not putting a figure on this page. The figure is not the point and it never once was.

Oskar got his ten per cent.

He held me to it in the February. Completely straight face, at that table, with a number written down on a piece of paper.