All mourners had left. I was about to leave when Robert approached. He was wearing a black-and-white umpire's striped shirt, hurrying from some match nearby.
Both of us were Sarah's lovers, but she had finally chosen me.
"Knowing your aversion to pets, she had given me her pet dog as a parting gift. The other night she had come to have a look at it."
I didn't tell him it was an overdose of sleeping pills that had killed her after a heated argument about her nocturnal visit.