“Why don’t I just print the damn things and we can start sooner?”
“We?”
“Someone has to keep an eye on this side while you’re behind those damn doors.”
“You don’t like the doors?”
“I love six. Only six. My Big Sis loves ten. She’s greedy. The rest can go hang themselves.”
“Which door scares you the most? The one in the black room?”
“Oh, yes.” Rachel’s voice became very soft. “I never go there.”
“Can you do me two copies of each picture? I always do two of everything. Damn, you won’t have enough paper.”
“We keep stores of it. Living in the country means we keep stores of everything. Two in two piles?”
“Please?”
“Only, I’ll ask Uber-Granny. Just to be safe.”
“How long will that take?”
“This is urgent. Wait.” She pressed autodial on her phone and said into it, “Big, big problems h
