Chapter 17

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Joel came in just then. He excused himself for interrupting and went up to Francisco, whispered something to him. They excused themselves and went into the living room.

I could hear them still whispering, though I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I decided to interest myself in the display wall closest to them, and eavesdropped:

Francisco said, “A week or two at most. Nothing longer.”

Joel replied, “I’m sure he has responsibilities in Florida.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“Mr. Darringer’s going to be thrilled. You should tidy up his room. Put some fresh sheets on his bed.”

Francisco agreed. “I’ll make a grand dinner.”