“What on earth was I to do for the next couple of days? Tapestry? It was not in my nature to sit still. Perhaps it was time I learnt how to wait. I would be humble, self-sacrificing. Patient. Even though I was only mildly religious, I imagined myself on my knees before the altar in my local church, praying for his return. Knitting socks for soldiers. Reading improving texts, crying a little into my pillow as I prayed. Perhaps affection changed one fundamentally as a person. I could join a nunnery, briefly, until he came back. I contemplated my possible futures glumly and then shook myself back to common sense.”