I’m writing to ask you to my wedding on the 15th. Her name is Roslyn. You don’t know her.
I don’t wish for you to receive this news as a rebuff. It is possible to be two things at once. Like you. What was that name you insist your mother gave you in that bleak time before we met? “Herve”? And yet will the Lord God judge me as a liar for calling you Harvey all these years?
Two things at once.