When she stood at the doorway, Lenny stopped pacing and acknowledged her. "Why, hello there, Afton. What brings you here so late at night?" He looked a bit rumpled, his shirt and chinos wrinkled and his thick hair ruffled from running his fingers through it. Plus, he hadn't shaved today.
"I'm interested in what you've been writing," she announced.
"Hey, sis!" Dev hailed from his place at the table. "You didn't have to come all the way over here to find that out. We could have emailed you the pages."
"I just wanted to see for myself. I hear you've collected quite a bit of pertinent information."
"Oh, you bet! It all comes from the horse's mouth, so to speak, actually, courtesy of Madame Klavelle who must have a hundred year's worth of accumulated knowledge."
"Oh, at least," Af
