Me: It’s a beautiful day today, isn’t it? Sunshine always seems to make everything easier.
Nell: Not if you are feeling a little worse for wear. Some of us would prefer a darkened room.
Me: Did you overdo it at the party?
Nell: Not me. Harriet.
Me: Harriet?
Nell: Yes. Didn’t you notice her still bouncing long after most of us had gone to bed?
Me: I didn’t. That’s not like her.
Nell: That’s the point. Harriet was not herself.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: We were discussing Being Yourself at Morning Thoughts and she admitted that playing the evil Morgan de Fay at the party meant she could be a little wilder than usual.
Me: Maybe that’s why she enjoys being a spy?
Nell: You might be right, even though David is the one who loves to dress up.
Me: My Big Brave Beautiful Boy isn’t cut out for spying . He wears his heart on his sleeve. He made the perfect Sir Launcelot.
Nell: Rupert says David has a heart of gold.
Me: He is a wise wolf. I’m glad he’s there for you.
Nell: He knows I miss my talks with Charlie and Mutley. Sometimes talking things through with someone can put everything into perspective.
Me: I certainly couldn’t manage without talking things through with you.
Nell: Of course you couldn’t. The mere idea.
Me: I just wish I didn’t feel like a complete mess.
Nell: That’s understandable. But now and again a complete mess is exactly what you should be.
Me: Really?
Nell: Sometimes you need to let go for a while before you start putting yourself back together.
Me: I’m not sure I can.
Nell: No. But I can. Putting you back together is what I do. You and me. Always. Remember?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
