He has said one thing to me in nine months that I have kept, and it was on a telephone, in the June, at about ten at night.
He rang in the June and said: you could have just told me it was your plane.
And I said: you could have asked, once, in two years.
And he said nothing for a while.
Four seconds, maybe five, on a telephone, which from that man is an eternity.
And then he said fair, and that is the most honest exchange of our entire marriage, and it took nine years and a lawyer to produce it.
His mother and I have not spoken in nine months.
The guarantee stands. I have not moved against it and I am not going to.
Several people have pointed out, correctly, that I could end that woman’s financial life in about four weeks with two phone calls.
I know. That is exactly why I am not doing it, and I would like it on the record that this is not forgiveness. It is that I have watched what happens to people who use the thing they could do, and I do not want to find out what I would be like afterwards.
Giselle is not with the company.
She left in the June, with a package, and she is not in any trouble that I have caused and I have never once mentioned her name to anybody who could cause her any.
She was twenty-nine and somebody considerably older built the position she was standing in. The entity is somebody else’s problem now and will be for some time.
And the flight attendant.
She is the only person in this entire account who did one thing right at the moment it was available, at no benefit to herself, with something to lose.
Her name is Marit. She has worked for my family’s company for eleven years and she has two children.
I asked her, in the September, over a coffee I arranged badly and she was gracious about, why she came down that cabin that day.
She said: because you were the only person on that aircraft who didn’t know whose plane it was.
Then she said it again differently, because I did not answer.
She said: ma’am, the crew have known for two years. We’ve all known. We just assumed you’d decided not to say.
