That is a sentence I said out loud to a stranger on a Monday.
And then they were in the drawer of the dresser in the dining room — not upstairs, I said upstairs earlier and it is not true, they were eleven feet from the table — from the Monday to the Saturday.
And on the Thursday Desmond came home and put his arms round me from behind while I was at the sink and said he knew the Sabine business was hard and that he would tell her to behave.
And I said that would be nice.
That is the conversation I would take back out of all of them. Not the envelopes. Not the register office.
A man said a decent thing to me at a sink on the Thursday — the only decent thing he said in that fortnight — and I let it go past, because by then I had sixty-four pounds of certified copies in a drawer and nothing he said on the Thursday was going to be allowed to matter.
