Even as Robert packs up his wife’s papers he is aware of it. He glances at his crying daughter while they stuff her mother’s clothes into bin-liners and knows he isn’t looking just from sympathy. His son is silent as together they lift the ram’s head into the back of the car and Robert makes a mental note.
Driving away the car-load of a life brings tears of his own, blurring the road, and still something apart and yet inside him records the emotion.
When the children are asleep, Robert goes to his room and writes it all down.
Graham Greene famously said that every writer should have a chip of ice in their heart. I think he might have been refering to keeping control during the writing process, rather than when research gathering, but perhaps the same idea applies.
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