Peter had gone off with his binoculars and the two women would sit at the greening tables outside the cottages and sometimes Ursa would tell her the way it had been when they were children, the moments of small violence that had dominated their relationship. Although when he was back she would rush around after him, make him food, bring him presents, fight for his approval in a way that, worryingly, Sheela saw herself beginning to do too. He was like a black hole and nothing caught in his gravitational pull could survive for long.
