Decades of acting experience give him just enough self-control not to glance over his shoulder at the door—but that's about all Jupe can do, listening to her. He can't smooth over his confusion at being called Glenn, or acquiring another wife he's never met. And it would be weird but normal-weird, workable-weird if it weren't for the way she's relaxed around him.

He stands there confounded, his coat starting to drip, and tries to twist his face into something resembling a neutral expression as he looks at her and then the rest of the room for, well. Signs of obvious craziness.

He's been speechless way too long. “Do you have coffee? Or anything hot, really. Before we...get into it.”