“May I bank the extra hour, sir?” “Bank…” he murmurs. “That is a clever use of the word, Catriona. To put the extra hour into the bank of your time off, yes? You appear to have picked up many odd phrasings and pronunciations.” He’s barely paying attention now, having walked across the room to fetch a notebook. “It must be the injury to your head. I’ve heard of such a thing. A form of aphasia.”
