He looked surprised.
“I wouldn’t want another woman’s whole life turned into a mistake just because we were afraid to speak when we were teenagers.”
Jeffrey reached for my hand.
He looked surprised.
Publicidad
“I wrote that final letter because I knew if we continued talking, I might run back to you.”
“And you thought cutting me off was better?”
“No.”
A sad smile crossed his face.
“I thought it was responsible. I was wrong.”
“I wrote that final letter.”
I took his hand.
“Margaret knew?”
“Eventually.”
“What did she say?”
“She said we were two of the stupidest people she’d ever heard of.”
Publicidad
I laughed. Jeffrey laughed too. Peter smiled.
“She sounds smart,” I said.
“She was.”
He told me Margaret had died several years earlier.
“Margaret knew?”
Afterward, he’d considered calling me many times. He never did.
“I didn’t know if I had the right,” he said.
