And then it arrived whole, the way those do.
I have asked her since what was on that phone.
It was a message. Nadia to Dilly, from the November, four days after that taxi, which says something about Jory that I am not going to reproduce and which Dilly had been sitting on for a month and had finally worked herself up to.
She had come to my engagement party with it ready.
She had written out what she was going to say. On the notes app, in the car, in my parents' road, before she came in.
She showed me that in the September. It is six lines and it is extremely careful and it has been rewritten — you can see where, because the first version is still underneath in a sort of draft she never cleared.
Six lines, rehearsed in a car, by a twenty-nine-year-old who had been sitting on a message for a month.
