There was a limit to how long Dex could procrastinate. Fifteen days after the end of his affair with Eloïse Fortrose, he reached that limit. With great reluctance, he wrote to his parents, informing them that his suit had not prospered.
Next, he wrote to his uncle. At the bottom of that brief note, he wrote: Can you please tell Grandfather?
Can you please tell Grandfather?And just like that, the ordeal he’d been avoiding was over.
It wasn’t a relief to have the letters written. If anything, it lowered his mood further. Informing his family only served to underscore the reality of what had happened: He’d offered his heart to Eloïse Fortrose, and she had handed it back. Thrown it back and fled, if one were truthful, but he and she were the only people who knew just how emphatically she’d
