I loved her, why would I say I never wanted to see her again? Regret exploded inside me. I had to get it back. I rested the book on the sofa arm and sat up. Should I write another letter and say I didn’t mean what I had written in the previous one? That I wanted to see her despite what I had written. It would look absolutely idiotic. I had to ring her. Before I had time to change my mind, I went into the room where the telephone was and dialed her number.
