Forty-Eight Hours
Part Six: How the Cancellations Worked
Nobody ever refused me.
I want that understood, because it is why there was never anything to take to a judge.
Here is what happened instead, for three years.
Sophia was unwell.
A text on a Thursday afternoon: She’s got a temp and she’s been up since 4.
I don’t think a two-hour drive is a good idea.
Can we make it next weekend?