And then at the sink, drying something, not looking at me, he said: “I’m going on Saturday.”

I said, “Going where?”

And he said, “The reunion.”

I want to reproduce the next four minutes accurately, because I have been given a lot of credit by people who have heard this story and I do not deserve any of it.

I said: “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

He said it was fine.

I said, “You weren’t invited, sweetheart.”

And he said — and this is the sentence, this is the one I should have stopped on — “I know.