The Day of the Duchess

Finally, he thought. Finally someone saw it. Someone who believed it. Two someones. Two someones, who listened when he said, “I know how much I love her. I’ve known it for years.”

They looked at each other, then to him, their judgment plain. They thought him an imbecile. “You should tell her, then.”

Frustration flared. Did they honestly believe he did not wish to do just that? Did they believe it was so simple?

“That is the problem with truth; so often you must rely on faith to embrace it.”

Why was it that men’s rage came in a flurry of fists, while women’s came on a flood of tears?