She did not sleep that night. She lay in the bed, and he lay in the bed, and they did not touch, and the room was quiet, and the clock in the hall said three, and the light through the window was the colour of late afternoon, and she did not sleep. She thought about her mother’s voice. She thought about the way her mother had said: *I am sorry I did not love you the way you needed to be loved.* She thought about the way her mother had said: *I am sorry I am telling you this now, in a hospital, ...