He said no. He got out at the roundabout at Fennow and walked the rest, which is about a mile and a half in November, and he got in at about one and I was asleep.
And he never said a word about it to me.
Four months. Through the engagement party. Through the dress fittings that woman came to. Through a Sunday in the January when she sat in our kitchen for three hours.
Jory sat in that rented kitchen and gave me his reason and it took him about a minute and a half to get it out.
He said: "If I'd told you in November, you'd have had to choose. And you'd have chosen me, and you'd have lost her, and I'd have been the reason."
I asked him how many times he had nearly done it.
And he said four, and he could name all four, which is how I know he had been carrying it properly and not just filing it away.
