I followed him through the halls of the enormous church until we got to the staff's kitchen. He went to the fridge, opened it, and came out with a bottle of bourbon. He poured some into a coffee cup, drank it down, and poured some more. He offered me the bottle. No, thanks. Aren't you supposed to drink vodka? Aren't you supposed to wear a pointy hat and ride on a flying broomstick? Touche, i said.
And of course charlotte hasn't eaten a bit of dinner," henry said, getting up. "i'll go see if bridget can't make her up a plate of cold chicken. As for the rest of you-" he paused for a moment, as if he were about to give them an order-send them to bed, perhaps, or back to the library to do more research. The moment passed, and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. "blast it, i can't remember what i was going to say," he announced, and vanished into the kitchen.