Chapter 85: Predator, Part 5

Michael

Don't lash out...

Keep your temper...

"Larry, can I have a word?"

He looks up from his reading. "Of course. What can I do for you, Michael?"

"Firstly...." I toss the wretched penguin pullover at him. One-handedly he catches it mid-air. "... You left it on the bed. Why were you in our bedroom? Mine, James' and Charlotte's. A bedroom is private space."

His forehead wrinkles. "I was watching for Baxter. That's the best room in the house for the view over the mountain. The best look-out post. And..." He holds up palms... "... after you'd let me see what you keep in the basement... "

Blackie, lying by his feet, whines. Klempner himself appears genuinely baffled.

Clueless...

And he does have a point about the playroom...

Let it pass...