Fifty-One Hours
I did not shout at her.
I finished the tea.
What I said at the door was: “Lorna, I’m not going to stop you seeing Auggie and I’m not going to say anything about you to him, ever, and I mean that permanently.
“And you and I are done.
Not angry-done.
Done.
I’m not going to sit at a table with you and pretend, and I’m too tired to perform it for the next thirty years.”
She said, “That’s fair.”