Morning comes eventually. The night is excruciatingly slow. Thoughts of Tallulah across the hall prevent all sleep until just before breakfast time. I give up. I ring for room service, ordering an assortment of things with the aim to feed Tallulah up.

When I had first met her, she had been a little too skinny, and our daily meals together had been helping her fix that or at least I think it has. Her hips have started filling out, and she looks like she doesn't need to sleep for a week ...