Kathy wanted the bedroom the moment she laid eyes upon it, falling in love with the idea of the broad glass ceiling that made the room a virtual greenhouse. Jeff had fought her for a while, complaining of practical things, but conceded in the end. Her heart leapt to imagine sleeping every night together beneath the vault of heaven. As she pleaded for indulgence, Jeff found, despite prudent calculations, nothing could make him deny his lovely wife this luxury. A shooting star raced across eternity.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov