And I said, in the voice, that I did not want to be one of those women who is still going on about her divorce two years later.
He said all right.
Two words. And then he waited eleven weeks with four box files in the boot of a car, through about forty ordinary conversations with me, and never once brought it up again.
So when I came up to him by a kettle in the April and asked him to come to my ex-husband's wedding and pretend to be my boyfriend —
he said sure inside about four seconds, with four people in that room and the kettle going.
He said sure because it was the only way on earth he was ever going to get that box in front of me.
Not because he wanted to go to a wedding. Not because he wanted to put a suit on and be looked at by a hundred people.
