“Thank you, Sir. This was the best meal I have had in ages.
Even better than our lunch and I dreamt about those lamb chops. If I don’t see her in the morning, please complement Mrs.
Santore for me. I’ll try to send her some candy or something.
Shall I remove the dishes?” He looked into Donald’s eyes and waited.
He watched Donald take a deep breath. “No, Brian. Mrs.
Santore will take care of those when she comes home from visiting with her sister. You’ll find coffee on the sideboard.
Prepare us both a cup and carry it into the library. I’ll wait for you there.”