We shower together and dress. And eventually, we find ourselves downstairs, in the sitting room for a morning cup of coffee or juice, whatever Slender Man chooses to serve us. Again, Aunt Holiday is slumped in one of the high-back chairs, snoozing. Lady Vampe sits by the fire and doesn’t lift her head from a tattered mystery.
Colonel McCarmichael grins from ear to ear. He nods and tells Bar and me, “Good morning, gentleman. I’m sure you’ve kept each other quite warm and cozy during the night.”
Neither of us says anything in response. We probably blush, proving our guilt.
We help ourselves to cups of hot and steamy coffee.
Bar asks Slender Man, “Bertram, where are Mr. Ride and Mr. Foxford?”
Slender Man leans over, almost forming a right angle with his frame, and whispers into Bar’s ear
