She had asked Graves and Miss Chase if she might be able to tell her brother about his - about their - strange change in situation and expectation, and the three of them had decided to say nothing to anyone else, until she had had time to do so. It seemed right to her that she should tell him, but the decision to do so was easier than the telling. She had promised herself it would be after supper, then told herself that Jonathan was tired and needed rest, and now she had lost her own chance of sleep trying to find words that were gentle and right, and would be clearly understood. She sighed and sat up, then swung her feet to the floor to watch him sleeping in the bed next to hers. His blond hair fell over the pillow, his arms thrown out as if he were racing up some steep slope in his dreams. His skin was as perfect and pale as the first clouds. She reached over and shook his shoulder roughly. ‘Jonathan! Jonathan, wake up.’ He stirred and opened his eyes. She saw in them the same confusion she felt whenever she woke in this room.
