But sometimes, late at night I find myself thinking, not about Henry, but about Susan and wondering, if she had it to do over would she make the same choice?
En stundum, seint á kvöldin, fer ég ađ hugsa, ekki um Henry, heldur um Susan og velti fyrir mér, ef ađ hún ūyrfti ađ gera ūetta aftur, myndi hún velja eins?