James
Where's Klempner?
It's not that I distrust him... exactly...
But I find the hairs rising up the back of my neck if I'm unsure of where he is or what he's doing.
He's been thoughtful the last few days, with good reason of course.
Baxter...
Where is that bastard?
I go looking for our house guest. I don't find him in the kitchen or the dining room.
In the lounge, Mitch sits by the fire, something trailing down, half-knitted in shades of pink, over her lap. She's reading a knitting pattern, muttering to herself and counting stitches off on a needle.
Cara is by her in her cradle, awake but quiet, apparently entranced by the dance of the flames. Mitch looks up, smiling as I enter, but keeps one long nail in place on her needle. "Jenny's gone for a catnap. She didn't get much sleep
