I remember the itchy, sweaty feeling I got yesterday and try to picture really embarking on a thing like this, but I cannot work up any lather today.
I begin to picture M'Clare reading my decision not to back up my own idea.
I pick up the coin and juggle it around.
The speaker remarks When I am quite ready will I please make a note of my decision and post it through the door.
I go on flipping the coin up and presently it drops on the floor, it is Heads this time.
Tossing coins is a pretty feeble way to decide.
I drop the note on the floor and take another sheet and write "YES. Lysistrata Lee."
Using that name seems to make it more legal.
I slip the paper in the slit and poke till it falls through on the other side of the door.
I am suddenly immensely hungry and dial breakfast all over again.