Had we arrived home from Sacramento an hour later in January 2013, we’d not have observed our neighbor being carried out of her home by paramedics. Lina began involving herself in the old woman’s affairs at that point. Had we arrived back from a long lunch with friends in El Cerrito an hour later, the downstairs tenants would have finished moving out, and the will would almost certainly have remained undiscovered (Lina gave the mover a C-note—mine—in appreciation). I don’t myself credit providence in such matters, but if I did, I’d certainly talk up these bookended events.