After a few years of this work, through her acquaintance with young staffers involved in the audit’s administration, the mother met her husband. She preferred not to go into detail about the husband. He was young and attractive and they fell in love, though the mother would admit now that she had been so young she could not perfectly distinguish one strong feeling from another, and they were probably each, in some part, mistaking their excitement about the lives they had begun with excitement for each other. It was also true, though, that most loves depend on such confusion, or perhaps even consist in it — of choosing to give someone else credit for what we have become.