The first drawing stayed in the kitchen for a while.

Later, we put it somewhere it would not be damaged by splashes or fingerprints.

My penciled outline had been filled in.

I did not treat that as proof that everything was complete.

There were still questions we would need to answer as Beatrice’s circumstances changed and Timothy grew.

There were appointments to arrange, weekends to plan, and conversations Christopher could not keep postponing because he wished they were easier.

But those questions were no longer arriving disguised as something else.