The woman from Rossiter’s apologised to me in a car park in the December.
To me. For not noticing something I had known about for six months.
ITEM 13b. THE FOURTH OF MARCH, PROPERLY.
I have put down that I went through his coat while he was in the other room, which is accurate and which took me eight months to be able to type.
What I have not put down is what I did for the rest of that day.
I went home at about four with that list in my cardigan pocket.
I did not ring anybody. I did not look anything up. I did not go back over the road.
I sat in my front room until it got dark.
What I was doing, and I knew it at the time, is deciding whether I was going to say anything — and the thing I kept arriving at was that there was no hurry.
