Valerie read the letter from David several times before putting it away in her bureau. She trotted upstairs to check on the decorators who’ve spent several days stripping the wallpaper and sanding the woodwork in David’s bedroom. In the corner of the relatively bare room are the tins of paint that will be applied to the walls, skirting boards, door and window frames. One is a vibrant glossy pink. The other a delicate shade of baby-pink. “You’re daughter’s going to love this room when we’ve finished.” one of the tradesmen says to Valerie.