Chapter 5Cast a stone into a still pond and the ripples move outwards to the edge of the pond and Sigrid’s confession and my ‘non gay’ kiss had certainly sent out ripples. It had happened on Saturday the 23rd of May, almost four months to the day since Cathy passed away. By that stage many of my friends who’d dropped in for a visit or called me on the phone had stopped, it’s a natural part of human society. Once people can see you’re not about to fall into a black depression they will tend to pull back, but of course that left a vacuum. Cathy and I had been so close for so many years that when my friends invited me over for dinner or a barbecue it was usually a joint invitation if she was living with me at the time.
Now that she was gone I know many felt difficult having me around because
