When I emerged, clean and relaxed, out of the bath, Jack was waiting for me.
"They're waiting for you at your grandpa's office," he said.
I dressed, put on the moccasins I used at home, and followed Jack. I still hadn't been to grandpa's new office. This house was so enormous, you could get lost in here (I did a couple of times; once, I just went outside and went back inside through the other door because I couldn't find the way).
The two geezers (I know Major Craen's middle-aged, but he's still a geezer to me) were sitting in there. Grandpa, behind his desk. Major Craen, on the windowsill behind the desk. Despite perfectly suitable chairs and armchairs in the office, he would not take the visitor's seat; he had to control the room.
"Good morning, Master Bedwen, Master Craen," I said.
