There isn’t always more time.
So if you’re reading this in Australia, don’t come here to find me.
I’m not there.
I’m in every place we never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe, you can finally see them for both of us.”
At the bottom was one final line.
“And if Arthur is still alive, make him buy you coffee.
He still owes me twelve dollars.”
I burst out laughing.
Arthur appeared in the doorway.
“What?”
I held up the letter.
“He says you owe him twelve dollars.”
Arthur put his hand over his heart.
“After all these years, that man is still keeping accounts.”
I laughed through my tears.
Then I cried.
Arthur didn’t try to comfort me.
He simply sat beside me.
Sometimes the kindest thing another person can do is not tell you to stop crying.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about Robert.
