I have reason to believe I’m getting close. Call it intuition. Call it corroboration (my reader sends back a favourable review.) Call it being crowded. These last few days I have had both Frederick and Arbour in my head, jostling each other, elbow into rib cage. Like me, Arbour is impatient, and wants Frederick to be gone; Frederick, being Frederick, moves over politely and tries to get his knee out of the small of her back. They are such different people. One wonders what they find to talk about.