want you to know I read them, because I don’t want you thinking I was a woman who didn’t notice.***
***He was a good husband and he was never entirely in the room. I decided I’d rather have most of him than none of him. That was a decision and I made it again every year and I’d like it written down somewhere that I made it.***
***I’m not sorry I kept him. I am sorry nobody asked you anything.***
***I’m not sorry I kept him.*** She wrote that to me and she was right to.
What we had.
Four days.
Tuesday evening to Saturday morning.
We did not say anything enormous. That is what surprises people.
We talked about the bakery, and a teacher called Mr Ivor who neither of us had thought about since 1983, and whether the chip shop by the bridge was still there, which it
