“'Better safe than sorry', Dad would impart the motto that'd helped him tread the first forty odd years of his life to me.” She flashed me a toothless couldn't-hear-the-end-of-it-grin, 'Twas not until the dust had settled that I realised one could err so much on the safe side that she'd end up looping all the way around to being sorry.' She gave her best shot at a wistful sigh, but her dimples left little doubt that to her, it was all a thing of the past then.