curiosity like hunger needs satisfaction

*Bending over, drowning his face with her hair, she brushes his lips with that smile and then rises, letting the sheet fall. Instead she chooses a robe on the settee and slips herself inside it, moving like a curious child to the door, slipping silently into the hall to the top of the stairs. Peeking out over the railing, she catches a glimpse of the balloons, the confetti and - oh! - the shapeless form of the ghost! And there in the mix are Wren, Sigi and Louis, with a stranger who emanates mischief.*