“What did you say?”
“That I was wrong to make her feel the wedding depended on hiding her family.”
I nodded.
“And that I had treated her background as a problem to manage instead of part of who she is.”
That mattered.
It didn’t make Margaret and me friends.
But it meant she’d started addressing the behavior with the person she’d influenced.
I appreciated that more than another apology to me.
We spoke for a few minutes about the church program.
Nothing dramatic.
Before leaving, Margaret said:
“I hope we’ll know each other better someday.”
I considered.
“Perhaps.”