He sat thinking about their last conversation.
The truth of it was, he just hadn’t listened. Her food preferences had once been the subject of angst. For that reason he avoided it altogether. She said she had explained her innermost feelings, but he hadn’t listened. She said she had laid herself bare the way she had never done with anyone else. Her view was that taking him into her full confidence proved fruitless because he had never responded in a way that showed that he understood, or had attempted to understand. He thought about all of the deep and meaningful things she had said, in defence of her leaving, while she packed up her things. He remembered the fiery look in her eyes just before slamming the door behind her. How could he forget?
He had to be honest with himself. Was it a case of selective deafness or was it a case of not wanting to be around someone who stank of garlic?
Probably the latter.