“Charlotte, what are you doing in here?” Jeffrey asked her. “I was looking for a book I loaned Curtis a few days ago,” she said as she stood. “On the floor?” I asked. “I thought it might have slipped down behind the desk,” she said. “I can’t find it anywhere.” “It’s an odd time to be reading given the fact that we don’t have any electricity, wouldn’t you say?” Moose asked her. “I can’t sleep,” she said simply, “and candlelight works just fine. Need I remind you that I lost my brother today?” “What’s the title of your book? We’ll help you look,” I answered. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m certain that I would find it hopeless trying to concentrate. May I ask you three what you are doing here?” She could ask, but I’m afraid that we didn’t have a very good answer for her. Then Jeffrey spoke up and saved the day. “I need his checkbook ledger so I can work at settling his accounts, and Moose and Victoria volunteered to help me search,”
