That late-night conversation drove a small wedge between Gudarro and me. When I woke up the next morning, I could not quite see him in the same light. It was impossible to think as highly of him as I had done only twelve hours ago. Nor was it possible to make allowances for him. Whilst I could not say I had experienced whatever he had gone through to make him feel as he did, equally I could not say that I excused him.
I tried to behave as I had done only half a day prior, yet I was not successful enough. Despite my best efforts, I spoke less, avoided his gaze and spent less time alone with him. We did not speak frankly the following night, nor the night after.
It was inevitable that in my coolness I saw further faults in my husband, namely his feelings towards Blissmina. They were still
