She said: you told him, didn’t you. In March.
And I said: yes.
And she said: okay. And then she cried, and then she said: right, what have you got.
It has been fourteen months.
The apartment on the coast is mine and I have sold it, because I could not walk into that kitchen.
Lorna has not spoken to me since the February, which is a relief, and she has told several people that I recorded a private conversation in her family home, which is true.
Grayson wrote to me once. It is two pages and the word overreacted is in it twice.
His sister and I speak most weeks. We are not friends exactly. We are something that does not have a word, which is two people who were both told the same thing about each other by the same two people.
She has told me she nearly did not say it, that night by the coats. That she had decided about four times not to.
