—I've seen too much of it not to know. Smashing-looking note 11 bird, isn't she?"
"Yes. How's the research coming?"
"Fine, thanks."
"Sometime I'd like to swap impressions. Hey, by the way, I found your book—I bought it—haven't read it yet but it's on top of the pile."
"Oh!" Casey remembered how he had tried to sound offhand. "Oh. I hope you like it. Well, I've got to be off, it's the kids' teatime too."
"Remember, Peter, if there's anything, just call me. Thanks for tea, and say hi to Fleur. . . ."
Casey stretched, an ache now in her back. She got off her perch and went back to bed. Her room was small and did not have the elegance of their suite—his suite now. He had decided to keep the second bedroom. "We can always use it as an office," he had said to her, "or keep it as a spare. Don't worry, Casey, it's all tax deductible and you never know when we might need a spare."