Kitty chose not to say anything because there was a part of her that knew she was flipping out a little too much over all of this. Not the part about the alcohol, but the pool. No, it wasn't a good idea. And no, there's wasn't anything expressly in the rules that said anything about a pool in the rec room. That was just good common sense. She closed the window and tossed the soggy handbook into the trash. "Wade, how old are you?" As rhetorical as it sounded, the question was a genuine one. "You're a lot taller than me, but I've seen twelve-year-olds taller than me so height doesn't really mean anything. I'm just trying to get a base point for a maturity level."
Waiting for an answer, she turned to where the coffee tale had been pushed to the grab the folder of papers she'd left there the night before. Only they weren't there. Looking around, Kitty said, "There was a folder right here. Any idea where it might have gotten?" The question wasn't directed at anyone in particular, but the entire group as a whole.