She went to the staircase and then turned on Peter.
“Peter,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Go out and stand on the lawn and tighten up the net. Now.”
“Why?”
“Then I can see you from my window while I’m changing. I don’t want to waste a bit of you.”
She went up four steps and stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.
“I want as much as I can get of you, Petah,” she said.
“I wish I’d known about that week,” said Peter stupidly.
“Exactly!” said Joan to herself, and flitted up the staircase.