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of Theodora’s age, so I left my hands where they were. “I guess so,” the man said, and ush­ered us into a small room with a large, winding staircase leading up. The staircase undoubt­edly led to the top of the lighthouse, but to get there, you would have had to step over the girl sitting on the stairs with a typewriter. She looked about my age, although the type­writer looked a lot older. She pecked a few sentences into it and then paused to look up

at me and smile. Her smile was nice to look at, along with the hat she was wearing, which was brown with a rounded top like a lowercase a. She looked up from her typing, and I saw that her eyes were full of questions. “I was just trying to find the coffee,” Mallahan said, ges­turing to an open door through which I could see a small kitchen stacked with dishes. “Do you want some?”

“No,” Theodora said, “but I’ll come along