He put the tip of one finger against the sole of her foot.

Not the top of her head.

Not her hand.

The sole of her foot, which is the furthest part of a baby from her face, and which is the part you touch when you have decided you are not entitled to any more than that.

His hand was going badly.

I could see it from the bed.

And then he straightened up and went to the door, and he stopped with his hand on the handle, and he did not turn round.

Part Sixty-Seven: I Know