It was mortifying, Gerry. To have to tell someone such a thing. In the street. In public. In broad daylight. It does not bear thinking of. I had it all planned out in my head how I should say the words to him. Everything was going horribly wrong. I looked at my feet. “Not here, Charles,” I said. He lifted my chin gently. “Please tell me,” he said. “What did Hampstead realize?” I swallowed. “That I love you, Charles.” Charles smiled that beautiful broad grin of his. “Darling,”
Sobbing
