Sarah knew he didn’t believe her lies and that she was only deceiving herself.

But his message was deceptive – it could mean different things depending where you put the comma.

She also knew that he was her dependant.

While she was dependent on her husband for financial support.

What if she moved to the desert to be alone?

No, it would never work! She couldn’t go without dessert after her meals.

She looked at the Celtic-style device printed on the advertisement for a device to get stones out of horses’ hooves.

The first thing to do was to devise a plan.

She needed a disinterested observer to judge whether it would be successful.

But she could only think of people who were uninterested and couldn't care.

The starting point would be a draft of her letter.

As she put pen to paper, the door swung open, letting in a draught of cold air.

Perhaps she could draw an image of him that would help to draw out her thoughts.

She found some pencils and paper in a drawer. They must have been left by a mystery artist; a drawer like herself.

They were wrapped in a piece of fabric that she remembered dyeing black many years ago.

It reminded her that she should exercise her brain cells on this problem, as they were dying by the million every day.