Miss Sara Belle Fontaine, late of the Albert Haskell, generally of Baton Rouge, but slowly starting to remember another name, something mirthful and feline, rocked back and forth in the chair beside Mr. Spaw's bed at the EnWhyCeeEffTeeTeeEss, and hummed a lullabye, siping at a mug of mint tea, poor imitation though it was for a mint julep.