Zoe stood in the entry, her arms across her chest, body leaned into the frame. “When are you going to be finished? It’s already ten, and I’ve got to print out my report on the legal practice of the eighteen hundreds.” “And you couldn’t have done that before Mackenzie came over?” Winn grabbed the book, tucking it between himself and the arm of the couch. She stuck out her tongue. “No. I had a few more things to add. It’s not that hard to find stuff on pettifoggers, but it’s another—” “You’re studying—” I started. Her hand flew to her hip. “Yes. It’s an old name for a lawyer who is, well, not particularly on the up and up. Our Civics class had to research—” “Can you give me five minutes?” Winn interrupted her. “Room’s all yours then.” “Yeah. Sure.” She tilted her head at me and turned as if to leave but popped right back in.
