And the nineteenth of April itself, which lasted about eleven minutes and which is the only part of this I would not change.
It was a Saturday afternoon and I was not on shift.
That matters and I have never said it. I came in on my day off, in my own clothes, and signed in at the desk as a visitor, which is the one thing in nine months I did correctly.
And I had the sweet in my pocket in a paper bag from the shop at the end of Marlcote Lane, which cost eighty cents.
And she was in the chair by the window with the book we were on.
And I did it badly. I did not kneel, because the floor in there is what it is, and I did not have a speech.
I said: “I’ve got something ridiculous for you.”
And she said: “Go on then.”
