On the third night I go down at midnight and he is standing in the middle of the room with the form on the bed and his shirt off, and he has clearly been there some time.

DeaconI have written four hundred words about a thing I have not done yet and every one of them is about whether I was allowed to do it.

TamsinYou are allowed. That is the entire problem. There is no rule against this, and no rule is easier to live inside than a bad one.

He does not answer. He picks the form up and reads the second clause under his breath and I watch a man argue with himself in a way that counts.