Chapter 3As Noah arrived for drinks in the sun room, as he’d been instructed, he wasn’t sure if he should knock on the closed door or just walk in as though he lived here. Being under its roof for six hours hardly qualified residency, much less squatter’s rights. Unable to decide his best course of action, he instead put an ear to the door, listening for the sound of voices, a clue as to how to behave. The wood was too thick to decipher even any murmuring. Perhaps he was the first to arrive. He heard nothing. Not even the footsteps that came up from behind him.
“There’s no need to await further invitation,” Mr. Taustine said, carrying a silver platter, a crystal bowl of ice placed on it, tongs resting against the cubes.
“Oh, sorry. Just, you know, I wasn’t sure.”
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