“How on earth did you find out?”
“I was told by someone who saw you sitting with them. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought it would only pain you.”
“What do I care if it does? You must know that I want to hear the smallest thing about her.”
I waited for him to ask me questions.
“What does she look like?” he said.
“Absolutely unchanged.”
“Does she seem happy?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“How can I tell? We were in a café; we were playing chess; I had no opportunity to speak to her.”