The Man on Her Left
She got better.
Everything that was concealed had, by the end, stopped being true.
The whole of it was committed to get across a bridge that she did, in fact, get across.
We talked for about fifty minutes.
She did not ask me why I had testified.
I had expected that and had prepared for it and it did not come, and when I finally raised it myself she looked genuinely puzzled and said, “You were under oath.
What did you think I expected you to do?”