I have replayed that exchange more than almost any other, because I now believe it was the last time she asked me a question honestly.

She was, I think, genuinely trying to find out whether there was a version of the future in which she got to be first, and I gave her a completely truthful and completely useless answer, and she filed it and stopped asking.

Everything after that was management.

My sister said one thing to me in those two years and she said it once and she has never forgiven herself for not saying it twice.

It was at Christmas.

Pamela had gone out to the car for something.