I am pulling on my gloves as I leave the room. The girl is a few steps in front of me and she turns her head before she goes down the stairs and raises her hand in farewell. Gathering her skirts in one hand, gracefully she descends. Dickinson lollops alongside me down the stairs as is his custom. I think he gets bored and lonely in the day and as ever he asks when I will be back.
“When the work is done” I reply