Ruby. He could not say he knew a single Ruby, personally. No last name widened it even more. That she lied about her place of origin, and Oscar Wilde in print? Who knew what was true with her.

Women’s rights, though … perhaps Nesah or Ruth might know her.

He probably would have taken this news with a lot less spilt milk, Zechariah finally had the sense again to not say aloud.

“Another vacation, most likely,” he said dryly. “Do you have any idea what a pain in the ass Roberts is? And Cockburn is downright illiterate.”

He felt for Not-Richard, but he also rarely missed an opportunity to kvetch.