a joke.
This one began simply:
“Ruth,
Margaret and I are getting married. The wedding is in August.”
I sat at the kitchen table staring at those words.
I kept reading.
He explained that the ceremony would be small and that Margaret’s family was helping them begin their life together.
I told myself I could accept that.
Then I reached the last paragraph.
Jeffrey asked me not to contact him anymore.
He wrote that Margaret understood how close we had been and that he wanted to give his marriage the
