“I know.”
“Your mother knew?”
“She knew I’d seen you before.”
“And all those times she acted like she couldn’t understand why you were with me?”
Luke’s jaw tightened.
“That’s one of the things I regret.”
“What?”
“Not stopping her sooner.”
He explained that after the dinner when Diane asked whether he was “sure” about our relationship, he confronted her.
After we became engaged and her comments continued, he drew a harder line.
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“If she couldn’t respect you, she wasn’t going to have much access to our life.”
I remembered how suddenly Diane’s comments had become less frequent.
Now I understood why.
“You should have told me.”
“You’re right.”
“You should have told me about the bakery too.”
“You’re right about that.”
I stared at him.
“You’re making this argument very difficult.”
He smiled.
“I’ve been married long enough to know when I’m wrong.”
I laughed despite myself.
Then, I noticed a paragraph near the end of the letter.
