Vic started to say something, but Talons told him to shut up. Nigel and I said polite good-byes all around and left. Daphne then called, inviting us to stop over for a visit. She lived only a few blocks from her parents, in a smaller, less toile-inspired version of their apartment. Her décor leaned more toward clean lines and monochromatic colors. She greeted us at the door, but was immediately drowned out by Olive’s voice shouting from the other room. “Is that them?” Olive called. “Ask Nicole if she’s learned anything.” Daphne rolled her eyes. “For goodness sake, Mother. Let me take their coats first.” Olive appeared from the other room. “Nigel’s coat is off,” she protested. “Yes, but Nic’s is not,” Daphne said. I handed Daphne the article of clothing in question, and Olive resumed her questioning. “So, what have you found out?”
