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Kit listened with rapt attention to the tidbit about a life lived so differently from her own. She knew of course, that she was quite lucky to have led the life she had, and her parents had been most vigorous in their charitable efforts for just that reason, but she had never directly met someone from a world so alien to her knowledge.

When Amunet inquired after Norman's own years, Katherine his a smile behind her hand. She'd once been quite curious about the same thing herself; the man hadn't changed much in appearance since he'd started serving the Wilsons ten years ago. She'd tried really hard to get it out of him, but at first he'd been unwilling to share, saying that he was old enough not to want to talk about it. This had not satisfied the then-thirteen-year-old Kit, and she had continued to pester him until he relented.

"Let's see... I think he must be... sixty-four by now," she mused. Yes, that sounded about right, though he really didn't look any older than his mid-fifties or so, at least the last time she had seen him. Perhaps the disease had aged him somewhat, it was hard to say. He still sounded the same as ever to her ears, anyway. "I was actually really surprised when he said that about the Secret Service," she ventured. "I mean, he was always strong enough to lift me, but I always just thought that was normal, since I didn't really know anyone else his age back then. He's like my grandfather, and I guess... well, i just thought he had grandpa powers." She smiled ruefully. The view was naive in retrospect, but she hadn't really given all that much consideration.

She was caught off-guard by a yawn, and quickly smothered it behind both palms. "I think I'm getting sleepy," she managed, a slight joke at her own expense. "Like I said before, feel free to do whatever you like, the house is yours as much as mine. I for one am taking a nice shower and heading to bed." She felt a little bad for not staying up as long as her guest did, but the plan was to go into Exodar proper tomorrow, and she wanted to be well-rested for it, guessing it had to already be approaching ten on what seemed one of the longest days of her life.