Susan liked the idea of Cass helping her to relax. She was already highly strung as it was.
"I haven't had much of a chance to read it in depth yet," she admitted. "Hunt's antics have kept me busy." Asshat, she thought, remembering a word she read on one of the letters Bletchley had sent out the night before. It was a very good word.
"They said it was massive blood loss. Stating the obvious, of course," she said. "I was going to read through it all this afternoon, but now..."
Just then an owl came flying into her face, and raced off just as quickly as she saw the note in her hand.
"Looks like Percy needs to vent his spleen," she said with a sigh. "Wish me luck!"