I married my high school sweetheart at 73 — after his funeral, his lawyer knocked on my door and said: “You walked right into his TRAP.

He destroyed her in 1976 and I had already forgotten her by about 1980.

And then the pair of us, at seventy-three, built a whole month out of two people we could not produce.

Nancy.

His sister, sixty-eight, and the house went to her and her two, which is exactly right and which I would not have had any other way.

And she has been decent to me from the first week, which she did not have to be.

And in the September she told me about the letters and about Petra and about the fire.

And then she said the thing I have been carrying since.

She said: “He asked me not to tell you he knew you were back.”

From the August of 2024. He made his sister promise.

Because if I knew he knew, then me turning up on a ward was no longer a thing that had happened to the two of us.

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