Getting Rosie down the stairs was an ordeal. Isaac returned within minutes. He hurried to the top of the stairs, hair and clothes dripping wet. He stood a few paces back, looking expectantly at Rosie.

“Look, I am not exactly enthused about this either,” he pushed his hair back, spraying water. “But this is a long staircase and it is pouring outside. I promise I’m not going to hurt you.”

Isaac extended his arms toward Rosie. Tentatively, she took his hand ...