you?
He said: yes.
He said: I promise you it will be respected. I’ll make sure of it.
I looked at my husband.
Thomas was a good man in most of the ways that count. He loved me in the steady way of someone who had decided what he wanted and had done the work of building it.
He was a good partner in the ordinary, practical sense: the one who remembered the plumber, who did the grocery run without being asked, who was present in the way of someone
