So I said that.
And there was a silence, and then Cai said: “Yeah. That’s what we thought.”
Not angry. Just — filed. The way you confirm a thing you have already worked out about somebody.
Sixteen years old, and my sons had a working model of how their mother manages information, and it was accurate, and they had had it for a while.
I have thought about that more than the foyer, and considerably more than the stage.
What I have had to take.
And here is mine, because I am not going to write four thousand words in which one man is the whole problem.
In the January of 2018 Dominic wrote to my sons.
One letter, addressed to both of them, care of me, at the old house. Four sides, handwritten.
