Richard's third message was different from the first two.
The first had been a formal request, careful and professional, signed with his full name and title. The second had been the message before our garden meeting, brief and courteous in the way of a man who had decided something and was proceeding with it. This one was shorter than either. It contained no formal greeting and no title, just two lines in his handwriting on a plain card.
I have been thinking about our conversation. I would like to continue it, if you are willing. No agenda. No business.
No agenda. No business. From Richard Halverin, those six words were a confession.
I sent back a single word: Yes.
