Charlie stayed a moment to make sure her mother was good and distracted before wandering up to the closet she'd shoved Faber into just moments ago. With any luck, she'd be too absorbed watching TV to notice anything else. That was how things usually went.
Only, when Charlie opened the closet, he wasn't there. She had a brief moment of panic before she remembered who and what he was. It wasn't as if she could blame him for not wanting to stay crammed into a closet, but she had no idea where he might have gone, and she wasn't about to go on a wild goose chase this late in the day.
Well, she'd been trying to get him to leave, hadn't she? Maybe she ought to have thought of this earlier.