It seemed ages before Paton came back to them. Jack was drinking himself into a fuddled state,🎁 and Claudia was too anxious herself to keep watch over him. Afterwards she realized that she could have written an inventory of that commonplace room.
Gilbert nodded absently. Life after death was one of the vague things,🚚 like psychology,📉 that he did not consider as practical politics. But he did not tell his mother this. If she liked to imagine him striving for a golden harp with humility of soul,🐍 she might.