down so that he could remember them and ask me about them properly the following week.
An eighty-nine-year-old man was doing homework on a fifty-four-year-old woman’s bereavement so that she would feel heard on a Wednesday.
And in eleven visits I had learned that his wife was called Nancy, that he had been in haulage, and that he thought the fish on Fridays was an insult.
That is the entire inventory. I could not have told you what he was frightened of. I could not have told you whether he had anybody.
I had been going to that building to be listened to, and I had dressed it up as volunteering, and he had let me.
And the other half.
And underneath that there is the cupboard, and the cupboard is worse, and it took a woman called Halla on Thursdays about four months.
I did not leave Pete on
