The room had been our grandfather’s office before he died but she’d brightened it up a lot. The bay window overlooking the grounds was now full of potted plants and the walls were a tasteful pale yellow. “Got a minute?” She looked up from her computer screen. “Sure, what’s up?” “I just figured I’d pop down here to talk to you instead of e-mailing you from across the house,” I said, plopping myself into one of the armchairs facing her desk. “I can’t do the video filming this Saturday, but how about Monday?” “Oh, I’m sure that’s fine, too. Let me message them.” She tapped on her keyboard quickly and then looked up at me again. Her phone rang seconds later and she put it onto speakerphone. “Hi, Mandy, what’s up?” “Nothing much, I just figured I would call instead of sending ten more e-mails back and forth. Is Gwen there, too?” “Yep, right here,”
