That was old me. Call me ... Jessie. Sound good? A new name for the new me. Anyway, I’m sorry that I ... tried to burn your clothes, for the record,...and kicked you out how I did. I fucked that up badly, pardon my French. And yes, I’m trying to ... be more forgiving, more understanding, less prudish, less self-righteous and sanctimonious. A truce? At long last?” Mom pleaded with Dad.“Truce. Thank you for that ... Jessie. Anyway, who’s your gentleman caller? I guarantee you, man, if I were. The deputy would have seen them; that's what he'd meant.I regarded them, and then smiled. "You're well, sisters?"Susan spoke up. "We are very well, Brother David." Brother Jerome seems to have friends in odd places," I explained to them."He is a provident man, Brother David," Rebecca told me.She went on. "Brother David, please ... would you return with us to the Lower Temple? Let us share another meal together and give our thanks that we are all safe."I nodded and then found myself leading them. They rested.“I’m sorry,” she murmured.“Sorry about what?”“About being a shit wife. To you. To Chandi.”“You still love us?”“Of course.”“Then we’ll figure it out.”“I’m disappointing,” she sighed. “Essie made the point clear.”“You hurt her.”“And you?”Joe sighed. “Leaving me hurt. Taking Chandi hurt. But I truly feel, in a responsible relationship, one that’s not all about me and what I need and demand, whatever makes you happy is always the most important thing.”“Then I was the irresponsible. I messaged back straight away saying I’d love to and I’m free whenever and that’s absolutely fine me being clothed, what’s best way of arranging? He didn’t write anything other than his phone number in the reply.i Put his number into my phone, my heart was pounding about calling I was really nervous as he seemed quite strict and direct in his messages - I rang the number, he answered by saying in his old voice “well when are u coming over” I said how about this Saturday morning? Yes that works.