In all our years we never went to bed on a row, did we, love?
I didn’t sleep at all, if it’s any conciliation.
Initially I was mad at you for leaving. I was so terribly angry and I know that seems selfish. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t wish to die so horribly, did you?
Then, as the morning woke and wore on, I realised what an old fool I was being and cried and cried virtually all day.
So much so that when I saw Dr. Laurie arrive in his shiny car I hid in the bedroom with the tele and lights off, so they he would possibly think I’d popped out, like that time in the seventies when we didn’t have money for the Christmas club.
Eventually he left.
I’m not ashamed to admit that as soon as I saw him pull away I went back to crying once again.
Then, as it turned dark, I realised that I couldn’t spend another night without apologising to you, my beautiful Molly.
I must admit to feeling a little better having read this back.
Please, please come see me tonight.
All my love and heartfelt apologies,
Your Bill forever.