"Done?"
Isobel, wearing a loose nightgown, walked into the study carrying two cups of steaming milk. She set one of them on the desk in front of Albert, brushed a lock of hair aside to lean down and kiss his cheek, and then sat down in the chair by the window. Reaching out, she parted the thin beige curtains to look out at Katrina, who was jogging in the courtyard.
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
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