“Whatever,” Claire said with a little flutter of her hand. “Okay,” he said, but he sounded unconvinced. Even as I began to close the door behind him, he insisted on poking his head back in and waving. “Okay, Miss Crair?” When he was finally gone, I scowled, but all Claire did was smile at me fakely and curtsy. “There. He’s gone, and we’re not. Better?”
