Discount

Upstairs, the lady of the castle swung her legs out of the way and watched Abraham sit down. “Where’s the character sheet we made?”

From his pocket, he produced a wrinkled folded piece of paper. “I reviewed it, like you asked.”

“Good boy,” she said sarcastically, and pulled a clean copy from her binder. “This time, take care of it.”

“Go easy on the kid,” Simone laughed. “Even if he’s forty now. Time flies, Hortus.”

He grimaced, and nodded cordially. “Right back at you, Charlotte.”