“You mean Eloise? Don’t worry about her. She’s as fickle as the wind.”
“I’ve never seen anyone so frankly predatory,” Kennon said. “She worries me.”
“They’ll all be gone tomorrow—except for Eloise,” Alexander said with mock comfort. “Douglas is on the Otpens for a year, and the others are off somewhere.”
“You’ll be staying, I suppose.”
“No—I’m afraid I can’t.”
“I hoped you’d help me get organized. This whole thing has been something of a shock. I was expecting something entirely different.”
“Sorry—someone has to run the business. But Blalok’ll brief you. Actually he’s more qualified than I. He knows everything worth knowing about this place. We’re going past his house in a minute—want to stop in and see him?”
“It’s pretty late.”
“Not for Blalok. He’s a Mystic—a nocturnal. He’s probably doing his work now.”
“Perhaps we shouldn’t disturb him.”