Justine came through the door and put her bag on its hook before coming into the kitchen.

"Hi Dad," she said. "Sorry I'm late, but I got talking to Drasil and forgot about the time."

"Well," Patrick said, "you aren't very late. I just have the noodles on."

"OK." Justine set the table. "He was telling me about some people he knew. They never fight at all, and they always let people come in the door. It was something about hospitals ... hospi ...