Chapter Fifty-One
EM: Morning, Nathaniel! We’re having a little soiree next Saturday and we’d love you to—Wow, are you okay? You look very tired.
Male: Thanks, Edwina. Always a pleasure. The baby kept us up all night.
EM: You just need to give it antihistamine—it knocks kids right out. And before you get all moral, it’s probably allergic to something.
Male: I…I hadn’t heard that one.
EM: You’ve spilled something on your shoe. Is that—
Male: Ketchup! Cooked breakfasts are the best.
EM: Have you seen Barry this morning?
Male: No? Why? What do you want with him?
EM: He’s normally done a patrol by now, and I’ve got a bottle of whiskey for him. I don’t want him to ruin the party by coming round with his sound decibel monitor.
Male: I’ll tell him if—
EM: Oh—maybe I could put antihistamine in the whiskey.
Edwina Marland walks off. Male rubs at his shoe.