I had a date in my diary and a folder.
He read my phone on the fourteenth.
Six days.
He would not hear one word of it.
I tried in the house on the fourteenth and he walked out. I tried through his lawyer in March and it was returned.
And the more I said "it's not what it looks like, let me show you what it is," the more it sounded like exactly what everybody says.
And there is one more thing, and Lucien Barr is in it.
I cannot prove Barr put the phone in front of him. I have never claimed I can.
What I can say is that on the eleventh of February, three days before, Barr asked me in a corridor — pleasantly, in passing — whether I was still seeing "that friend from the testing people."
He knew. And three days later my husband had a theory.
