Gail beamed at that and headed for the door, practically bouncing with enthusiasm.

"I'll bring this back to you after Sam has a good look at it, Mark. Don't forget - you and April are both invited next week if you're still in town."

"We won't forget."

April added on.

"I won't let him forget."

Gail's laugh rang out as she headed down the corridor. Napoleon was too curious not to ask.

"So, what's next week?"

Pointing to a date circled on her wall calendar, April smiled.

"Our Miss Zandrous will be turning 17."