"You are an extremely difficult patient, cara," Romano gritted out from between his teeth three days later. 

It was midafternoon and he had walked into Eliza’s workroom, only to find her guiltily standing in the middle of the room.

Eliza was clutching the sketchbook that she had crept upstairs to retrieve, to her chest.

"I was bored," Eliza whined. "So I thought if I had my sketchbook handy, I could work on some designs."

"Why didn't you call me or Yolanda to get it for you?"

"You were ...