Lunch with Beloved's family
E is distant. Maybe it is because we know his secret; because we helped him. He’s a proud man. Vulnerability doesn't suit him. So he removes himself. I am sorry because we had a good friendship and were easy together. Maybe it is because M and I get along well and it appears now that they get along less well. Life is not easy for him. It is written on his face.
We had lunch at E and M’s today. It took us 2 and a half hours to get there. We were together in the car which made all the difference, even if I did find dear Beloved’s recollections of his boyhood tedious and told him so. He was offended but he stopped remembering the dull details which I was grateful for.
Dido and Edward were there when we arrived. Dido was wearing clothes for an 18 year old. She is soon 60. M was showing her pits of hair and a bruise on her arm. Also late 50s. I sat primly in my long summer dress.
The meal was excellent. There were moments of animation and interest, but I can’t remember much about them.