Fiona's Sundays are always the same: church, supper and quiet. This is her last day to catch up on studies, prepare for the week ahead also an opportunity for laziness. This particular Sunday she is up before the sun rises and leaves her room with a note, a small bottle with blue liquid and cylinder.
As Fiona makes her way down the stairs she sees her mother is making her way up, "Good Morning Mother."
Fiona's mother slightly startled, "Oh my god! Fiona, what brings you up?"
"I shan't be long. I hear Venus best-viewed seconds before dawn. Do you want to join me?" Fiona knows her mother will decline, at least she hopes. Mothers tend to surprise you.
Fiona's mother offers a backwards waves, "Nah, be home before church."
Fiona, "I will." She kisses her mother's cheek.
Fiona leaves Savile Row on her bicycle for a quick delivery before the opportunity to see Venus before it's lost to the morning fog. Fiona quickly puts the letter in the mail slot and places a box to the left of the door.
She spins to leave, gets back on her bicycle and quickly glances to the horizon to see a glowing red dot.
After a wonderful lazy Sunday Fiona and her mother are listening to music in the drawing-room at 14 Savile Row. "How was Venus?" asked Fiona's mother as she looks up from her sewing project.
Fiona looks up from her papers. "Oh, it was wonderful. I had got a peek before it was too late. I had to wait a bit, but it was worth it." Fiona left out Paternoster Row detour.
Mother and daughter continued to discuss schedules and various responsibilities.
John comes out of his room and mentions something that of "you should be thinking of marriage, not medicine."
The two women ignore him as he leaves 14 Savile Row for unknown reasons. Neither woman is curious or asks John's personal life.
Fiona folds her papers and tucks them in the assigned folder.
With John out of the house, Fiona can no longer keep her happiness to herself. She smiles wide and plainly says, "Mother, I have a new friend."
Fiona's mother smiles in return and listens as Fiona discloses personal details. Fiona had to pull her mother into her confidence since there is something unusual happening and needs her mother's help in dissecting her feelings from reality.
Fiona's mother takes a deep breath and starts to talk about relationships. This is not the typical 1911 exchange between a mother and daughter. It was frank, open and honest. Fiona had many questions and in turn her mother answered each one with compassion and understanding.
She reminds her daughter how she met her father, it was also through a form of written communication called email.