“Secret girl stuff,” she said. “And if they try to send Warren with us because for some reason they think he ought to be interested in girlie things—which really makes no sense, since Kyle likes men, after all, the more manly the better—what do we do?” “Preemptive strike,” I told her. “Let’s find Warren first and send him up to keep an eye on your father, who is sleeping.” And then Sam crawled out from under the bed.
