Virga longed for any sound, even the wind’s piercing wail! Come into my boudoir.
I unlocked the communicating door, which looked better than just kicking the lock lightly—which had the same effect—and we went into the rest of the suite, which was a rust-red carpet with plenty of ink on it, five green filing cases, three of them full of California climate, an advertising calendar showing the Dionne quintuplets rolling around on a sky-blue floor, a few near walnut chairs, and the usual desk with the usual heel marks on it and the usual squeaky swivel chair behind it!