Logan felt his aunt before the door opened. He glanced up from the open ledgers, and greeted her stormy visage.

"Logan Oliver Richard Dunham, please don't tell me you withheld food from that poor girl." He had no idea how the words passed through her clenched jaw.

He stood, and stepped from behind his desk. When he motioned to the chair in front of him, he hoped his aunt would sit rather than leap upon him, claws bared. After a moment of thought, he admitted ...