Years later…
There’s been more trouble at the house and another member of staff has left in tears. She wanted to sweep up the threads in the guest room, and when I tried to stop her, it seems I scared her. No one has been in that room for years now, but my wife neglected to explain that to the new maid.
At least it means I will be left alone for a while. Each time something like this happens, my wife calls the doctor in, and I know I can look forward to some period of calm until they consider me ‘rested’ again. I sit in my armchair in my own study and let them whisper and cry about me in another room entirely. I like to gaze at the tapestry now framed on my wall, admiring the beautiful design that was Mori’s own. I let others see it, of course—don’t think I am entirely selfish. It’s what
