Because it is true.

Because for three years I had built my entire defence out of the proposition that my conduct was the part I controlled, and here, in four lines, was a March afternoon in which I had done the right thing in the wrong form, and had done it in a doorway, informally, because I was busy, because it was five minutes, because Wes is a friend, and because writing it down would have meant typing my husband’s company’s name into a memorandum and I did not want to.

That is the honest reason.

I have gone over it and gone over it and there is not a better one.

Aaron Lindqvist, who had been waiting for me in the corridor because he had read paragraph 88 forty seconds before I did and had known exactly what would happen, said: “Camille.

You want me to tell you that doesn’t matter.”