Eliza April 2003 It is 3 p.m. In the studio, the light is brilliant, ideal for completing her composition of Old Harry Rocks as seen from the grounds of the Pig Hotel at Studland, a private commission for one of the lodging visitors. She is breathing all the more effectively now, her work quieting her as it has the ability to do. On the support table, a pregnancy test, two lines blue and equal. She can't take her eyes off them, can't quit grinning. Just as her work, the tranquillity of the unfilled house relieves her as well. Pierce is meeting somebody about a chalet that is come up over in Uplyme. Brock, home on his Easter break, is on shift at Naxos’s and is taking pizzas to Amaya's later for a film night make up for a lost time, favour him. He will remain over. Neither of the

