Oh. A bigger studio. It dawns ...
Oh. A bigger studio. It dawns on me, stupid me, that Henry could win the lottery at any time at all; that he has never bothered to do so because it's not normal; that he has decided to set aside his fanatical dedication to living like a normal person so I can have a studio big enough to roller-skate across; that I am being an ingrate. 'Clare? Earth to Clare...' 'Thank you,' I say, too abruptly.