She answered them; she thinks I might be able to help. I can’t, of course. There’s nothing I can do except indulge in a wordy reply intimating genuine empathy, which would be absolutely useless and probably only deepen the disappointment.
How utterly thoughtless of me. How stupid. How shameful. It’s like walking past a homeless person sitting by the side of the road and asking: ‘Why are you homeless?’ And they tell you, and you reply: ‘Oh, I see. How interesting,’ and walk on.
I just found another reason to jump off Beachy Head.