Chandler sat at his desk with only his second cup of coffee for the morning, which was taking some revenge on his stomach. He was getting older now. He heard a knock at the door.
"Hello?" he called out.
"Sorry," Don said, poking his head in. "The receptionist wasn't there, so I just let myself in. I hope that's not a problem."
"No, I have you on my schedule for this morning."
"Good. Say, did you have a chance to read any of the books yet?"
"My mom's books?"
"Right," Don hemmed.
"I'll trust your word on what they're about."