fed my daughter in an armchair in the hallway at Thornhallow, and Verity Prentiss came out of the ladies and stopped about eight feet away.
She looked at that baby for a long time.
And she said: “Whose is that?”
And I said: “Yours.”
And she turned round and went back into the ladies.
She has not contacted me since. Not once, in a year. She has a granddaughter she has seen precisely once, from eight feet, in a corridor, and what she did was go back through a door.
Ellis saw us at about five. He came over with a glass in his hand and looked at the top of that baby’s head, and I watched a man do arithmetic in roughly four seconds.
And he said: “Is that why you came?”
And I said no, and it was true, and he did not believe me, and he went
