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"So let me understand this theory," he said. "If someone was from the Boston area and went to college elsewhere, he would cease to pronounce Harvard as Hah-vahd."
"Of course not. I didn't say it was a perfect theory."
He leaned back against the counter, lips curving slightly. "All right, then. Test this hypothesis. Where did I go to school?"
"Have a cookie first, before they harden."
We each peeled a cookie from the rack. After a few bites, I cleared my throat with a swig of coffee.
"Okay," I said. "I'm going to list some colleges. You repeat each one in a sentence, like 'I went to blank.' First, Yale."
"I went to Yale."
"Nope. Try Stanford."
I listed all the major law schools. One by one, he repeated them.
"Damn," I said. "It's not working. Say Columbia again."
He did.
"Yes ... no. Oh, I give up. That sounded close. Is it Columbia?"
He shook his head and reached for another cookie.
"May I suggest that your logic is flawed?" he said.
"Never. Oh, okay. Like I said, it's not a perfect theory."
"I'm referring not to the theory, but to the assumption that I attended a top-tier law school."
"Of course you did. You're obviously bright enough to get in and your father could afford to send you anywhere, ergo you'd pick from the best."
Savannah appeared in the doorway, dressed in a lily-print flannel nightgown. The plastic tag still hung from the sleeve. Someone from the Coven had given her the gown for Christmas, but she'd never worn it. She must have dug it up from the depths of her closet, a concession to having a man in the house.
"I can't sleep," she said. She glanced at the rack on the counter. "I knew I smelled cookies. Why didn't you come get me?"
"Because you're supposed to be sleeping. Take one, then get back to bed."
She took two cookies from the rack. "I told you I can't sleep. They're making too much noise."
"Who?"
"The people! Remember? Mobs of people outside our house?"
"I don't hear anything."
"Because you're in denial!"
Cortez laid his empty mug on the counter. "All I hear is a murmur of voices, Savannah. Less than you'd hear if we had the television on."
"Go sleep in my room," I said. "You shouldn't hear the noise from there."
"There are people out back, now, too, you know."
"To bed, Savannah," Cortez said. "We'll reevaluate the situation in the morning and discuss taking action then."
"You guys don't understand anything."
