*Lupo*
As I sit at my desk in my library, it occurs to me that today I'm not doing what I'm supposed to do. I left Dotty in the kitchen, tidying up, I know she is thinking that I was headed to the club. I thought the same thing myself until I walked to the end of the street. Then I abruptly turned around, borrowed Mrs. Turner's servant, and paid him to deliver a message to Goliath at the club, informing him that I'll be in residence this evening.
I tell myself it's because I can think better here, it's quieter, and I'm less likely to be disturbed.
But I know the truth of it. I'm loath to leave her alone with only the company of a cat, knowing that this will be her last night in my residence. After my meeting tomorrow, I will tell her everything. This little farce has gone on long enoug
