money—from people dying, no great accomplishment of my own.) I’ll see Fiona for a week or so. She is going to take me up to see Oxford, and then onto the Yorkshire moors, which is where Emily Brontë set Wuthering Heights, and then she’ll drive me north to Fort William to meet Hattie and the brothers. She’s become very supportive of the madness. I’ll leave at the end of April. If it goes well, if I find I enjoy moving about the world like a cavalier twentysomething, I wonder what would you think of taking a trip? With me, I mean, of course. I’ve always had a secret wish to see Paris.
