My mother. And then the page in the October, where the nineteen thousand are.
I had the second telling composed before I turned over.
And then I turned over.
And when he came back in about ten minutes later I had it folded in half on my knee and I said thank you and I went out to the car park.
And I have not mentioned it to one living person since.
What is on the second page.
It is to me.
And most of it I am not going to put down, because it is mine and because there is one paragraph on it that I have read perhaps four hundred times and that is nobody else’s business.
And then there is the last bit.
She wrote: I know about April. Prue’s mother is at my bridge. I’ve known since the second week of May. I never said anything because you’d have been so ashamed, and I’d rather have had the four months.
