Let’s pretend we don’t even like each other. We’ll walk along the tow path and discuss engineering; we’ll look at the padlocks on the bridge and ask why people would do that for something as structurally unsound as love.
Best not sit down. We don’t want any shuddering and pulling away.
We’ll discuss our son’s marriage, not drawing any parallels. He loves Meredith; they’ll work it out. You’ll go home and say, “That went okay. Jeannie wasn’t half as crazy as usual.” I’ll return to my flat.
See that damselfly? It lives for a day to mate and then it dies.