Sir Thomas Sharpe

The call is something of an unexpected one. All of these months, and one thing Edith still hasn't quite managed to get used to are these strange little telephones, useful as they might be. She keeps hers on, she usually keeps it with her, but she rarely does much with it herself. So when it starts chirping at her from where she's left it on the table where she sits on her couch with a book, it catches her off-guard. Seeing Thomas' name, though, she smiles when she answers.

"I would love to come look at something with you," she replies. "Maybe you could meet me out front here?"