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I didn’t see ht I peek my nose into roos--one, two, three bedrooms, what looks like an office, which seems a little weird, and what I can only describe as a wet room A ht-hand side before I reach the kitchen, perhaps only ten-foot square, but I can tell by the dark aqua hue to the water that the thing is deep

"Good ," a voice says behind me Michael I spin around and there he is in an exquisite black suit, co," I reply "Why do you look like you’re going to a funeral?"

He cocks an eyebrow atto a funeral Zeth didn’t tell you?"

"No"

"The Duchess" Michael gives e nod "Charlie posted an obituary in The Seattle Times He’ll be there, which ain, another nod "I have a dress ready for you It’s hanging in the kitchen"

Sure enough, when Iis hooked through a handle of one of the head-height cabinets, and Zeth Mayfair is standing at the cook top, stirring a pot of what can only be eggs He glances over his shoulder, seesI can’t help but notice he looks tired "Did that little shit wake you up?" he asks me

"Who? Michael?"

"No Ernie" He points behind ht behind y bed head

"I woke him up, actually," I tell Zeth "He wasn’t too happy about it"

Zeth grunts, ive a shit about being away froive us e give hie little Schnauzer eyebrows seeether into a coht"

Zeth turns back to his half-forgotten task and takes the pan off the heat, serving up spoonfuls of scras onto pre-buttered slices of toast Three plates for the three of us He hands one to Michael, one to me, and slides cutlery toward us across the kitchen countertop

I have to say I’m a little shocked when I eat so If anything, I would have expected it to taste faintly carcinogenic--a little burned, or at least way too salty As it turns out, s Michael salutes Zeth with his fork and carries his breakfast out of the kitchen to eat elsewhere