‘I need you here today,’ she screamed, ‘don’t let me down again.’
She sent flowers.
She called me.
‘I’m sorry for your loss’ she said. ‘Sorry, if you think that I’m responsible; if he found me overwhelming; I didn’t know he was so fragile.’
She was unreservedly sorry. Sorry, and a little inconvenienced by the implication that it hadn’t been an accident.
‘I’m sorry too,’ I said, ‘that you won’t be welcome at the funeral.’