Chapter 18 His Office

• Waterloo Bridge grounded me the next morning. I came home to the heavenly smell of coffee started by my roommate. I passed Gaby a half hour later on my way out the door to class.
• "You going to the Mallerton exhibition on the tenth?" she asked. "I want to. I'm conserving one of his right now, called Lady Percival. I was hoping to find out a little more about the provenance on her. She's had some heat damage, and it's melted the lacquer over the title of the book she's holding. I really want to know what that book is. Like a secret I need to discover."
• "Yay!" She clapped and did a little bounce. "It's his birthday exhibit,” I pretended to count on my fingers. "Let's see, Sir Tristan would be two hundred twenty-eight?"