I didn’t think you would. I mean, I hate the idea of a contract. I’ve fought my whole working life not to be bound by one. And yet, you have made it so easy that sometimes I can wake up and forget that we are bound to one another. I already don’t know how to repay you for even that.

Speak my name to her. Tell her I don’t care about the money. I’d rather her favour to help my sister. She’s been cosseted so much her purse is drawn tight and it hurts her so to loosen the strings. I don’t think even the most tender of touches will make her give up her treasures