All she had to do was wash her face, brush her teeth, put on the oversized T-shirt she used for a nightgown in the summer, and crawl under the covers. “Come on, Moishe,” Hannah said, picking him up from his perch on the penthouse floor of his Kitty Kondo. “It’s getting late, and I really need to…” She was interrupted by a knock on the door, three sharp raps that she thought she recognized. A second later, there was a second series of similar raps. “…answer the door,” Hannah finished her sentence, and put Moishe back on the penthouse floor. “Who’s there?” she called out, even though she thought she knew. “It’s Mike. I need to talk to you. You’re still up, aren’t you?” No, I’m sound asleep! Hannah felt like saying, but of course she didn’t. What she said was, “I’m up. Hold on a second, and I’ll get the door.” “Thanks, Hannah.” Mike stepped into her living room. “I figured you were still up. I saw Norman driving out.” “Did you talk to him?”
