My mother-in-law arrived with three suitcases and called the police to get me out of my own doorway. She handed me her potted peace lily to hold while she said it.

And I said, "Let me think about it."

He said, "Sure."

And then came the March.

Audrey's birthday. Her flat, which holds about fourteen people comfortably and had twenty-five in it. The sherry she buys that nobody drinks and everybody accepts.

I had been in that kitchen most of the afternoon, which is what I do at those, because it is easier than the front room.

At about half four I was cutting the cake into twenty-five pieces on a board that was too small, and Bette's daughter had been in to take two pieces and gone again.

And through the doorway, from the front room, I heard Audrey say:

"And have you sorted that house business out?"

I had a knife in my hand and two plates on the counter and I stopped.

And my husband said: "All done. It's all gone through. We're both on it now."

"Both of you?"

"Both of us."

And Audrey Brace said, "Good. That's how it should be. A man ought to own his own house."

Somebody — I think it was her brother Ned — said something about solicitors and how long everything takes now, and the conversation went off, the way conversations do, and inside about eleven seconds they were talking about a conservatory.

I stood in that doorway with two plates in my hands.

I could have walked four steps into that front room and said one sentence.

I had the sentence. It was: no, actually, that's not right.

Six words, in a room where twenty-five people were already half-listening to something about a conservatory, and it would have been awkward for about ninety seconds and then it would have been over, and none of the rest of this would have happened.

And I stood there and did the arithmetic that I have done four hundred times in six years in that family.

If I say it, he is humiliated in front of his mother and his uncle and his sister.

If I say it, I am the one who said it.

If I say nothing, I have to live with a thing being untrue in a room, which I have got extremely good at.

I took the plates in and gave one to Ned and one to Audrey and I said, "There you are," and I went back to the kitchen.

That decision took about three seconds and I have spent a year examining it.

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