“Oh, Brian,” Ashling called after him. “Do you want me to take care of the school tour?” Brian froze with his back to her. “What’s that?” he said, as if he hadn’t heard her. “We got a memo from upstairs. Apparently some kids are going to be coming in to see the set…” “No,” he said. “No. Leave that with me. I’ll handle that.” It was the first time she had ever heard him say those words. He had been only too happy to delegate anything and everything, major and minor, to her.
Another child sacrifice for the goat?
