We lie together, the three of us, not really speaking, just being together.
beingIn truth, it is me and Michael being with her. He lies to one side of her. I lie to the other.
He and I don’t have a lot to say to each other. Nerves are yet too raw. The wounds are still stinging. And I am still horribly aware that the whole disastrous episode was my fault.
But she is here, and she has accepted us once more….
she…. and that is what is important….
After a while, Michael breaks the ice. “Wine anyone?”
Grateful for the suggestion, “Great idea,” I say. “Charlotte, red or white or sparkling?”
“Is there any of that lovely cava?”
“Indeed, there is.” Michael vanishes downstairs.
And while it is just we two, I speak. “Charlotte, I’m not going to keep saying this, but I want to say it now. I a
