“The upper reading,” Vivienne said.
“Recorded.”
“Before you change.”
“Recorded before I changed.”
The senior worker put the covered bowl at the service opening.
Vivienne stared at the little marker beyond her left hand. It held precisely where it should.
That did not make the woman’s tone less irritating.
Outside the barrier, Felix waited with yesterday’s sketch folded against his knee. He had brought questions. She could see them in the extra pages. For the moment he was declining to ask any.
