Don’t come next Saturday. Not for my sake, but for Susan’s. Please don’t ruin her big day.It’s a very touching message, I must say, Clive. It’s only natural that you should be concerned about Susan. I’m sure you only have her best interests at heart too. (Although that wasn’t always the case. Remember? How I used to have to remind you that you were married? How I used to have to make you return home at the end of the evening, shoving you back onto the platform when you attempted to board the tube home with me? “Susan’s very self-sufficient,” you’d say. “She won’t actually notice I’m not there.” I’m so glad to see how protective of her you’ve become. God knows she deserves a little cherishing after everything that has happened.)But you see, you don’t need to worry. I adore Susan, as you know. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything to upset her. If I didn’t think Susan wanted me at the party I certainly wouldn’t go. But she has been so very insistent that I must come.
