Chapter 8

Monday, September 7, 2009: early afternoon

Just after noon, still in my clothes and shoes, a rhythmic banging woke me up. The sound was coming from the living room so I figured the ferrets were telling me they were out of food.

I groaned and levered myself out of bed. Warlocking is generally a nighttime activity, but I’m still not used to staying up late so many nights in a row. Perhaps it’s time to give some serious consideration to adjusting my normal operating hours, to better match Paul’s schedule.

Another bang, louder this time. I stumbled into the living room to give Gyre and Gimble some food and open their cage. Naturally, they ignored the food and danced around my feet, nearly tripping me while I tried to walk to the kitchen to make some coffee and...

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