And I said, “Teresa?”

And she said: “He was married once.”

And I said, “To who?”

And she looked up at me and said: “To you, Hannah.

Only ever to you.”

I sat down in the chair by the arch.

And then — and this is the part where I become a person I am not entirely comfortable with, and I am putting it in because leaving it out would be exactly the kind of tidying that this whole account is against — I did not believe her.

Not because I thought she was lying.