You and I are really very alike, aren’t we? I knew it that time on the Isle of Wight, when you challenged Tom’s views on child-rearing. All these years I’ve known it, but I’ve never really felt it until now, until writing this and realizing that neither of us got what we wanted. Such a small thing, really—who does? And yet our ridiculous, blind, naive, brave, romantic longing for it is perhaps what binds us together, for I don’t believe either of us has ever truly accepted our defeat. What is it they’re always saying now, on TV? You have to move on. Well. Neither one of us managed that.
