Ford was not asleep, but everyone was already in their room for the night and he was no exception. It wasn't late, when one considered the end time of a society function — but it was a Thursday in October, so there was nothing worth staying up for. He was in his pajamas with a book when he heard a noise downstairs. His first thought was that Noble was sneaking out somewhere — okay, fine, let him. Ford didn't really want to know. Then it occurred to him that it might also be Clementine sneaking out somewhere, and he was on his feet in an instant.
It didn't occur to him that someone would have been coming in at this hour until he'd gotten down the stairs (skipping every third step) and let his eyes adjust to the dark. The figure in the parlor wasn't Noble or Clementine, but it didn't take him long to recognize who it was.
“Cash?” he whispered, bewildered. Cash didn't show up to his house, generally; when they saw each other it was usually elsewhere. He certainly didn't show up at night without having written first. “What?”
It didn't occur to him that someone would have been coming in at this hour until he'd gotten down the stairs (skipping every third step) and let his eyes adjust to the dark. The figure in the parlor wasn't Noble or Clementine, but it didn't take him long to recognize who it was.
“Cash?” he whispered, bewildered. Cash didn't show up to his house, generally; when they saw each other it was usually elsewhere. He certainly didn't show up at night without having written first. “What?”
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