Then came the end of a season where they aren’t looking for any homes, and she came to see me. She said, “Neville, I am desperate. Unless I rent the place in New York City, we can’t open our home in Long Island.” I said, “All right. It’s rented, and you are living in Long Island.” “Oh but,” she said, “Neville, I can’t do that.” I said, “Tonight you sleep in your home in Long Island.” “But,” she said, “I can’t do that. How could I go and sleep there?” I said, “You don’t do it physically. Tonight you sleep physically in New York City in your apartment, but in your imagination, which is the only reality, you sleep in your home in Long Island, and then you think of your place in New York. The reason why you see it across the East River is because you are physically sleeping in Long Island. And the reason you are sleeping there is because you rented it. Put them all together, that’s why you are there.” She said to me, “If it rents, I’ll call you.” I said, “There’s no if about it. The only if is if you do it. Then you’ll call me.” I took her to the elevator. She went downstairs, went back to her place.814 ¶32