And in the June he sent a photograph of himself on a deck somewhere and I sent one back of the twins on the mat.
Eleven weeks of being perfectly normal with a man on a ship.
Why I waited.
Because I could have done it in April, on the telephone, in four minutes, and he would have been eleven hundred miles away and nothing would have happened.
He would have said what he said in that terminal, more or less, into a phone, and then he would have come home in July and it would have been a thing between the two of us in a kitchen.
And I wanted it in front of his mother.
That is the whole of it and
