The trustees come at ten. Three old men, one clerk, and a document appointing the executor permanently.

PortraitClause five has expired. I am not enjoying this, for what it is worth. I am simply the executor.

Mione has a page of notes and has read them four times and keeps looking at the frame instead of the trustees.

MalfoidLet her talk. She has been quiet for forty minutes and it is upsetting me.