SorryFor almost an hour she had been sitting on a bench half in the shade of an oak. Looking at the flowers, she had almost forgotten that he was late; had almost forgotten, indeed, why she was there.Sorry by farand
He approached her as though they had never met. 'I'm sorry I'm late.' He sounded breathless, as though he had been running. 'Something happened.'
'Oh? Nothing serious, I hope?'
He gave a vague reply, adding: 'It's best not to leave things unfinished, isn't it? I'm sorry.'
'What did you want to talk to me about?'
'Why do you keep saying I'm sorry?'
'I apologise to my wife all the time; it's my way of telling her I love her. I never say quite what I mean.'
'What did you want to talk to me about?' The sun was behind him. She lifted a hand to her eyes. 'Please, sit.'
He sat as far from her as the bench allowed. 'I'm sorry. This is difficult for me.'
Sitting in the shade, she rolled her eyes. 'On the phone, it sounded urgent. If you won't tell me -'
'He's having an affair.'
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