It seemed totally ridiculous now that he had to take to such extreme measures given that he was a grown man, but he loved his parents, despite their deficiencies, as much as Jean loved hers.
He had never really come to terms with why they just hadn’t gone off and got married, except that, in some way, he knew that Jean would never have forgiven herself for doing so.
She longed for a church wedding, with bells and flowers, a beautiful dress and confetti. How could he deny her that? Besides, being Catholic, her family would never have recognised any union that took place in a registry office. In his mind, he was formulating a plan to woo her father around to him. He never got the chance to carry it out.
He gently picked up the last diary, the one that had the end date on. The one in which
