At eighty my stomach grew so large my family got frightened. The scan found something — and then a twelve-year-old record with my late husband’s name on it, and a folder called PROJECT AGNES.

Two. That there was a longitudinal study being run out of Marren that needed four hundred women of exactly her age and exactly her family history.

That it imaged every participant annually for twenty years.

And that participation cost a figure that a man who sold insurance for a living could find, if he did not mention it to his wife.

I have met Dr. Kastellis since.

She is seventy-four now. She came out to that house in March, on her own, with a box file on the passenger seat, and she stayed four hours.

And she told me the one thing I had not worked out on my own, which is that my enrollment was entirely legitimate from the first day.

Nobody forged anything. Nobody enrolled me behind my back.

I signed that consent myself.

The fourteenth of March, 2002. Four pages. My signature is on the bottom of the fourth one in blue.