Cassandra said. She sat on the sofa next to Tia, her gaze taking in the rest of the living room. She didn’t look impressed. “Had I realized you were Billy’s grand-niece, I would have made allowances. I know what your grandmother believed and no doubt she infected you with the same tomfoolery. I would have thought your science background would have drummed that out of you, but I guess not.” Tia shot a look at Dec, who stood before the mantel. He winked at her. She hoped Billy was ready. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. “Actually, I only recently began taking my grandmother’s beliefs about the afterlife seriously.” Cassandra gave her a sour look. “I’d advise you to rethink that, Dr. McGarry. In any case, the other evening wasn’t a total loss. The Jameson Foundation is pleased to be funding Richard’s work, and I’m sure you’ll find something more suited to your interests.”
