Chester got to his feet with a start. This wasn't Saturday. Who was it now? Katherine was still chattering away in the kitchen, wasting time, and he cleared his throat loudly. After a few moments in which the door continued to go unanswered, he irately went to open it himself, and noted another woman who looked like she could have fallen off the back of a church wagon - probably one of Katherine's bridge partners.

"What? It's not bridge night tonight," he snapped, a little annoyed.