I could have said: Laurie, sit down.
I did not, because it was two in the morning and because I had work, and because — and this is the real one — I had a very strong feeling that whatever he said next was going to be large, and I was tired, and tomorrow seemed better.
He has never once, in a year, said that I should have asked. He has said the opposite, several times, and I have stopped letting him.
What the eleven months were actually like for him.
He has told me most of it since the November, in pieces, usually in the car.
He drove to that hospital every day from the December.
For the first eight weeks he did not go in. He sat in the multi-storey, on level four, and he read, and he went to the café in the retail park at about one, and then he drove home at the right time.
