The disc I’d put on for her had long since finished. She would have been happy if I ran up to the study throughout the day, continuously feeding discs into the player. It had taken a combination of cajoling and firmness before she’d grudgingly agreed to a pace of two discs per day. Argyle was in the window seat, sizing up several crows bragging in the tree across the street. “Be glad you’re in here and not out there with them, old man,” I told him. “They look big enough to carry you away. He said, “Mrrrph,” and turned his back on the hooligans. “Is our girl in her room?” I crossed the room and knocked on the panel that hid the cupboard she claimed as her own room. With a yawn and a shiver, she drifted out through the panel. “Boo,” I said. “That is only funny when I say it.” “You’re right. Sorry. Will you come with us when we go yarn bombing tonight? I’m going home now, but we’re all meeting back here at ten minutes of ten.
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