Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
First of all, we were never not speaking. It's gotten so blown out of proportion. It was a very straightforward difference of opinion. I think because we were so private and refused to talk about it, these stories just got out of control.
Until you dig a hole, you plant a tree, you water it and make it survive, you haven't done a thing. You are just talking.