I lost her twice and picked her up again both times, and I want to record that following somebody is not remotely like it is in films.

It is twenty minutes of low-grade panic in traffic.

She went down through Greenwich and got on the Post Road heading east.

Not into town.

Not to the library.

Past the high school, past the turn for the pediatrician, past every single place a grandmother might plausibly take a child on a Tuesday morning in term time — and there is a whole separate question there, which I did not have room for until much later, about the fact that it was a Tuesday and my daughter was not in school.

I found out afterward how that worked.