10 July 2005
Today Ruth and I visited Danny's mother in our capacity as his colleagues from the Ministry of Agriculture. Ruth busied herself making tea while I sat making small talk, wishing I could tell Jasmin what a brave and honourable man her son had been. Instead all I could give her was lies and platitudes. As we left, Ruth was on the verge of tears. When I tried to comfort her, she lashed out, accusing me of being unfeeling. She reminded me I'd said there would be a time to grieve, only it seemed I was exempt. If only she knew.