Not one word. Not a look.
She could have. It would have been completely fair and I would have taken it.
She has had four meetings with me in eleven weeks and in all four of them she has behaved as though the September did not happen, and that is a kindness I did not earn and do not know what to do with.
The whole thing turns on a declaration I signed myself, which is not a simple road and which I have had explained to me four times.
It will take about a year. Possibly two. Nobody has promised me one single thing and I have asked four times.
Wren is ten years old. She was in that room, about four tables away, in a green dress she had chosen herself.
She did not see the box. She was outside with Pip by then and I have checked that four separate ways.
