Diana decided in February.
She called on a Sunday morning with the tone she used when she had made a decision and was informing rather than consulting, which was the Diana mode of most decisions and which I had come to recognize as something to simply receive rather than engage.
“I’m going to close the London flat,” she said. “I’ve been in Seattle more than London for eight months and pretending the flat is a base is becoming expensive and dishonest.”
“Seattle permanently,” I said.
“Seattle primarily,” she said, with the precision of someone who did not commit fully to anything without an exit clause built in. “I have a property near the water that I’ve been renting out for two years and the tenants are leaving in April. I’ll move in then.”
“Near the water,” I said. “How near?”
“Fort
