That was me at the door. I remember knocking. I remember being pleased with myself for getting her out.
And on the fourth day I talked about Tilly's school for most of a two-hour lunch, which I also remember, because I was upset about it and she was extremely good about it.
Five days. She had three clear runs at it and I closed two of them without knowing, and the third one she closed herself.
And the whole way home on that flight she had eleven letters in a case in the hold with my red jumper folded on top of them, and we did the crossword in the back of the magazine together.
What I did to her for nine days.
I did not speak to her for nine days.
I sent one message on the Monday morning that I would give a great deal to have back, and it is four lines, and the worst line in it is: You had no right.
