Bunny tapped on the glass. “Danny! Let us in.”
As he crossed the room, Lut got his first good look at Dr. Dan Reading. He was diminutive, not above five and a half feet, and wiry, in the way of long distance runners. A neatly trimmed beard obscured his cheeks and chin, but his hair on top was thinning. When the door slid open, Bunny flew straight into his embrace. Lut, mindful of his manners this time, stood well back.
His voice was low and well-bred, without the lilting accent common to the region. “Bunny, how are you? It’s been a long time.”
She smiled and extricated herself, then looked back towards Lut expectantly. “I want you to meet someone.”
Dan followed her gaze and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Arv Armstrong? Of course! You must be the brother that Faircrow keeps talking
