had to know sometime, I guess. I wouldn't put it past Clothilde to come bursting in one day and completely let the cat out of the bag, metaphorically speaking.
'Rosie, darling,' I said, 'I really haven't wanted to talk about my past, it's so very painful. But I owe it to you to be honest, however much it distresses me.' I gave a little whimper.
'Oh Johnny, I'm here for you, not matter what your past holds.' Rosie clutched my hand.
'When I was very young,' I continued, after I'd regained my composure, 'I made a very foolish ... attachment and we, well we ... got hitched.'
'Johnny! You don't mean...