Chapter 16

“If you like to eat you’re going to fit right in around here,” I said, “and if you like to cook, we’ll be awfully glad to have you around! You’ll be very popular.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “The twins that work here—what are their names again?” I could only shrug, and he continued, “I worked with one yesterday, but only met his brother for two seconds. Well, they already said they’d help me move if I cooked them dinner. What the heck, I’ll have a little dinner party on Saturday night.”

“Fun,” I said admiringly. “Look at you just jump right in there.”

Jean-Paul sidled up to the table again. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said in English, indicating that he was talking more to Chris than to me. “Chris, I have an order. Can you prepare some more of the catfish?”