Rina was marrying a man whose company had been served with that letter four days earlier, and she did not know, because he had not told her.
I knew he had not told her because I rang the house on the fifteenth and she answered and talked to me for eleven minutes about the seating plan.
My sister was about to sign a marriage certificate with a man who had decided she did not need to know what had arrived in his office on the Tuesday.
So I printed the covering page — the part that is not restricted, the part the company's own staff would have — and I put it in a folder and I drove two hours.
To give it to her in a side room, before the speeches, in private.
That was the plan at nine o'clock that morning. That was the plan in the car. That was the plan in the car park at Halvergate at twenty past four.
