In Mrs. Woods’s apartment…
Nate and Mrs. Woods sat, gaping at the empty spot in the middle of the table. Quentin returned from the bathroom a moment later. “Did I miss something?” he asked cooly. They turned to him, speechless. Finally, Mrs. Woods managed to point to the table. Quentin raised an eyebrow.
Nate and Mrs. Woods explained what happened…
After they finished their story, Quentin mused, leafing through his book.  
“Well?” Nate asked, finally.
“Nothing yet,” Quentin said, shrugging. “But it’s starting to take shape.”
Mrs. Woods looked at him in exasperation. “Is that all you have to say for yourself?”
Quentin smiled blandly. “Actually, I was wondering if there’s anywhere around her I c...

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