“Between five P.M. and six P.M. is what I think of as the Loafing Hour,” Lorna said once as she put the key in her front door and stepped into the hallway, kicking away that day’s post. “When caffeine is no longer a good investment but alcohol not yet a wise one. When anything you’re going to achieve that day has probably already happened and the only sensible thing to do is to sit around, shooting the shit and eating cake.”