Recent writing has helped me make sense of events, past and present. As I engaged with a character this afternoon, a thought occurred to me: if only we had thought to have a conversation. A frank discussion then could have changed everything. I realise now I was the one entirely to blame for conflict years back, but my ignorance blinded me. Now I think I understand. It only took a quarter of a century. Belatedly wise, but alas: only fictional characters now converse.