"Maybe she wasn't so alone," Willow said.
Patrick spread his hands, palms up. "Anyway—I promised, about the chest."
"What are you going to do now?" she asked.
"Thanks, Eve." Patrick took his beer and considered. "Go home, I guess.
Wait."
"What about the chest? Is it big?"
"Not very," Patrick said.
"Could you hide it somewhere?"
"I guess I could put it under my bed and pretend that it was mine."
"But, the niece may have seen it before."
"You're right," Patrick said.