I was still awake when my father showed up in the small hours of the morning.
I really didn't want this conversation, but I had been expecting it and I had a single sheet of neatly folded paper ready to pass to him as soon as he arrived.
I thought that would be it - that he would take it, and leave, and show up again in a couple of days to tell me it was over.
All he had said was 'give me something to work with and I will consider anything that is practical' and I kept those words in mind when I sat down to write the note for him.
I had learned a lot about Marlene over the past few days and it was difficult to write the note knowing just how similar we were despite coming from such different worlds.
It meant that I was a little more confident that I knew what might make her happy, tho
