made that promise.”
I sat down on the stairs.
“And I’d already bought the ring.”
“What ring?”
“The one I was going to give you before I left.”
“Then why did you marry somebody else?”
And he started to cry, which I had heard him do exactly twice in my life.
“That’s what I’ve spent forty years wishing I could explain.”
And then, very quietly: “Please come. There’s something here you need to see. When you’ve seen it you’ll understand why I walked away.”
St Ansel’s.
Forty minutes. I have never driven like that in my life and I am not proud of it.
He was in a side room on the fourth floor and he was thin in the way that tells you everything, and his hair had gone white, and he was completely and unmistakably himself.
But it was not Gil that made the noise come out of
