Gabriel’s POVEleanor called on a Sunday.I answered from the kitchen, Clara was in the sitting room with the referral structure draft and the specific focused silence of someone who had been inside a document for three hours and was not to be interrupted unless it was important.“I have something to tell you,” Eleanor said. “I want to tell you directly before you hear it from someone else.”“Tell me,” I said.“I have been seeing someone,” she said. “For three months, his name is Patrick, he is fifty-four. He teaches literature at UCL. He is..” She paused. “He is very good company.”I stood at the kitchen counter and processed what i had just heard.“Three months,” I said.“Yes.”“And you are telling me now.”“I wanted to be certain before I said anything,” she said. “You know how I am about certainty.”“I do,” I said.“Are you alright?” she said.That was the question I had not expected from her. “I do not know yet,” I said honestly.“That is fair.”“Tell me about him,” I said.“Lite
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