She turned and climbed the stairs, with their runner of patterned carpet, to turn at the landing, up again. At the top, furniture gleamed softly, glass sparkled. She wished she could’ve stopped to look at the things, but here was Lowbeer, at the double doors, only one of them partially open, her hand on the knob. "Hello," she said. "Please come in." Into that green again, gilt trim. A single lamp, incandescent element behind glass cut like diamonds. "Griff is sorting out protection for your mother, I understand."