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Sam hauled open the library door.”There you are!” Whit pushed up from the desk he’d been hunched over. “We thought you two had given up on us.””Unlike some people I know,” I said, removing my mittens and scarf, “we don’t live here.””She says that now.” Sam followed me toward Whit’s and Orrin’s desks, where they worked over flat electronic screens. “But the first thing she said when I showed her the library was that we should move in.”Orrin lifted an eyebrow, oddly delicate for someone so large. “The acoustics would be terrible.
