I don’t understand, says Carol.
I’m breaking up with you, I say.
But you already broke up with me, says Carol.
I’m breaking up with you again, I say. To make sure.
Carol doesn’t say anything.
She doesn’t move or blink or sip her tea.
I’ve met someone else, I say. I’m going round to her house for dinner.
Carol still doesn’t say anything.
She has gone behind a cloud.
How’s your knee doing these days? I say.