I stopped the current twice and began to believe I knew how to do it. On the third attempt, Draven moved the lever.
My hand reached the fitting at the wrong moment. The return pressed back, the light stayed on, and I pulled away before the heat reached the old split.
"Too early," he said.
I looked at the lever in his hand.
"You changed the interval."
"Yes."
The assistant beside the door made a mark on my practice sheet. I had a feeling it wasn't going to support my complaint. The room was smaller than the common hall, though large enough for the fixture, a clear withdrawal mark, and a bench I hadn't needed to share. My second short booking had started well.
Draven had finished his own session nearby. The assistant asked him to operate the manual return while she watched my release. He agreed to a few attempts before his next class. I had been pleased to have someone competent at the lever.
That feeling was becoming more complicated.
