Delia had taken the advertisement when the others weren't looking, and written to the man. Scott. And, as she had hoped, he was clear about what he wanted. A housekeeper, a carer, an additional member of the family to take responsibility for the children. Nothing more...Delia had been tempted to try and explain her problem to him. Perhaps if he might not mind, she thought, as they weren't going to be having children of their own. But then, he wanted someone he could rely on. There was little chance she could convince him that her problems with listening would not affect her work, no matter how many coping strategies she had worked out over the years. Like the notebooks she used to write down the things she did understand, knowing she might quickly forget them...But she could never forget about her desire to be married...if only, if only...she could find a man who could understand...