And they left a card on the side with a number on it for afterwards, and a leaflet, and the envelope came the following morning.
And in the November of 2019 somebody from that unit rang me, because they do, at eight months.
And I said we were doing fine and thanked her and got off the telephone in about ninety seconds.
And in the March of 2020 a letter came about a thing they run — a group, four evenings — and I put it in the recycling without showing Saul.
That is the one.
Because he would have gone. I know that now with complete certainty; he went to one on his own in 2021 and told me in the January.
And in the March of 2020 a letter came to our house about it and his wife binned it before he came in.
What I said in 2019.
Four days after. In our kitchen at Welmere.
He started a sentence. I do not know what the whole of it was going to be, because I did not let him finish it, and he has never told me.
It began: “When I was in with her—”
And I said: “Saul. I can’t.”
And he said: “No. Course.”
And that was the whole exchange and it took about six seconds.
And he never started that sentence again.
Six years, three houses, two more losses, and a man did not once attempt to tell his wife about twenty minutes in a room.
Because of six seconds in a kitchen in the March of 2019.
And the thing I have said to about nine people over ten years, which I have only recently heard properly.
***We lost six.***
