That seemed to satisfy her enough to return to painting.

Derek arrived after nine.

By then, Grace was in bed, and I had left his dinner in the refrigerator.

“Another cold welcome?” he asked, opening the container with a sigh.

“Grace made the planets today.”

“Did she finish?”

“She wanted you to see them.”

Derek glanced toward the ceiling, as though he might be able to see through the floor into her room.