“Angelo, sir. I take care of him. You want anything, you tell me.”
“Thanks,” said the Saint, and drifted back to the living-room.
He arrived in the course of a desultory argument which suggested that the threat which had been virtually ignored all evening had begun to seem a little less ludicrous with the arrival of bedtime.
“You can move in with me, Ginny,” Lissa was saying.
“Nuts,” said Ginny. “You’ll sit up half the night reading, and I want some sleep.”
“For a change,” said Esther. “I’ll move in with you, Lissa.”
“You snore,” said Lissa candidly.
“I don’t!”
“And where does that leave me?” Ginny protested.
“I expect you’ll find company,” Esther said sulkily. “You’ve been working for it hard enough.”