Something like scale. Like he was revising the size of something.
I met him at the porch.
We sat at the outdoor table where I had placed the velvet box three weeks earlier. I did not offer him wine, which was perhaps a statement, but I offered coffee and he accepted.
He said he had spoken to Samantha for a long time over three days.
He said some things he did not say fluently, which I actually respected more than fluency would have warranted. Fluency in apology sometimes means practice. The difficulty he had suggested he was arriving at the words from somewhere real.
He said he understood that what he had said about my hands and my truck and my boots was contemptuous.
He said the comment about the landscaper was contemptuous.
He said telling his future wife that her mother should not attend their wedding was wrong.
He used the word wrong twice, which I noticed.
