Jory knew in November and said nothing for four months.
Dilly tried in December and I stopped her in about nine seconds.
Nadia had from the February until the night before, and used all of it.
And I noticed something myself in the April, wrote it down in my own phone, and deleted it.
That note said: N weird about J again? Or am I being mad.
Nine words and a date. I deleted it the same evening, and I remember deciding that keeping it would make me the sort of woman who keeps notes about her friends.
I have got it back, incidentally. There is a deleted folder and it holds them for thirty days, and I did not know that in the April and I did know it in the March.
I read it in that rented kitchen at about one in the morning with my husband asleep upstairs, and what went through me was not vindication.
