"Lottie," said the dark man. "You're up."
"Yes," I said, my voice a lot better now. Lottie was my name.
"You look bemused," he said.
I must've been studying him closely. "What's your name?" I asked.
He laughed. "Jeremy," he said.
I nodded. But it didn't seem to fit in. "What happened to Midnight?" I queried.
Jeremy frowned. "Midnight, your cat," he said in low tones. "Don't you remember? She died nine years ago, a month before Wolfgang was born."
"Oh." There was a lump in my throat. "And Lizzie, and Minnie? What about them?"
This time Jeremy shot me a funny look.
"Married. Are you okay, Lark? You've seemed a bit confused this morning."
I longed to pour everything out, but I didn't know what to say.
"I'm not very up to date," I said. "Not with it today."
"Can I ask you something, Jeremy?" I said.
He nodded, raising his eyebrows.
"How old am I?"
He bit the inside of his cheek. "A year younger than me, right? I'm thirty-two, so that makes you thirty-one, okay?"
"And how old was I when we...got married?" I said. This was a guess. Surely we were married, though. Just surely.
He murmured a date under his breath and did some quick calculations. Evidently he hadn't thought about it in a while. These things aren't as important to men as they are to women.
"Ten years ago. You were twenty-one."
This took me by surprise. "Twenty-one's quite young, isn't it?"
"Well, I don't know. You were only twenty-two the July before Wolfgang arrived," he said. "Maybe that is young."
I did some quick calculations of my own. "Does that make Wolfgang nine?" I asked.
"Yes, and Wanda is eight, remember?"
I nodded doubtfully. "Okay, okay."
There was a pause.
"I'm going to get dressed now, Jeremy," I said.
I turned to the wardrobe. Goodness know what I'd find in there.
"One thing," said Jeremy before he left.
I turned my head.
"My name's Eric."