I smiled at his mother twice in that time. I let her adjust my collar at a lunch.
And after my father, the first person I rang was his sister.
She let it go to voicemail. She rang back forty minutes later and did not say hello.
She said: you told him, didn’t you. In March.
And I said: yes.
And she said: okay. And then she cried, and then she said: right, what have you got.
It has been fourteen months.
I am divorced. There is a separate matter about the estate that is ongoing and that is hers, not mine, and I am a witness in it and nothing else.
The apartment on the coast is mine and I have sold it, because I could not walk into that kitchen.
Lorna has not spoken to me since the February, which is a relief, and she has told several people that I recorded a private conversation in her family home, which is true.
