He wanted it to be an accident as much as I did.
And Gethin Floyd on my doorstep, who I have had as a bit of theatre for eighteen months.
***You walked straight into it.***
And I have done his voice, in that telling, about forty times — the solicitor with the box, almost pleased with himself.
And in the June of last year I went to his office about something to do with Nancy, and at the end of it I asked him about that morning.
And he was mortified.
He said he had been dreading it for a fortnight. He said Alun had given him the box in the March and had told him the words to use, and had made him repeat them.
***You walked straight into it. He’s left you something. Something you deserve.***
That is a dying man’s script, delivered by a man of sixty who had been told to deliver it, to a woman the day after a funeral.
