Come on in. I'll be leaving in a minute.” Maggie held the door for her, then walked to the phone. She punched in Dyna's number and was glad to hear a lively hello. "Dyna, it's me. Feeling better? Want to meet for breakfast?" "Yeah, great. I was just going to call you. How about the terrace in five minutes?" "Sounds good." "Any plans for later?" Dyna asked. "Yes, I have to go somewhere, but I'll tell you about it downstairs. See you.” Maggie hung up the phone and turned to see Burnelle waiting patiently by the bed. Lori's book as well as Maggie's purse were on it. "Oh," Maggie said, "let me get these out of your way.” Maggie felt stupid for having left the book in plain sight. She was starting to feel nervous about still having it, and the fewer people that were aware of that the better. "Take your time, dear," Burnelle said. "You keep a diary?" she asked, nodding toward the black book. She began pulling off the bed clothes. "No," Maggie said, evading an explanation. It was possible Holly could get in trouble for having given it to her.
