Endings spawn beginnings, and so quite naturally the conclusion of the trial nudged us into our present routine, our change of place. The board of education dismissed me “with regret” and with the florid jargon bureaucrats use when only half committed to expediency. Public opinion, it seems, did not coincide with the jury’s verdict. But the university made no move against Frank. It wasn’t necessary. The number of girls who signed up for his classes plummeted to five, three of whom thought they would like to brush bodies with depravity and made advances to him. A number of the boys smirked their way through the term and asked pointed questions about the practice of incest among tribal cultures. Frank gave notice for a January departure, and we put the house up for sale. The agent warned us not to get our hopes up: our notoriety would attract a lot of curiosity-seekers not at all interested in buying a house, and once a buyer could be found, he would be certain to feel an advantage in the bargaining. For our own peace of mind, we were asked not to be in the house at all when it was being shown.