Hannah returned the words Wayne Lane had said when they first entered to him, smugly asking him, "Are you scared?"
Wayne Lane glanced at her sideways and saw the smile on her face, like a fox and yet like a cat.
Lazy, always appearing proud and self-satisfied.
In short, she was smiling very happily.
A blockage formed at Wayne Lane's chest, as if he had been thumped several times, then he remembered Professor Lawrence's advice.
He was already an adult; he shouldn't quarrel with a child.
So, he replaced his retort with a more steady statement, "One must always be cautious."
They had already gone upstairs. The situation on the upper floor was similar to the lower one, old voice-activated lights, a corridor that ran straight down, with tightly adjacent doors on both sides, oppressive and stuffy.
Hannah shook the keys in her hand and tilted her head to look at Wayne Lane's expression, "Wayne Lane, do you know what you look like right now?"
