Chapter 62

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Someone knocked on the door. “Come in, Isabel,” Richard called. “I’m starving.”

“I brought brats, mustard, and pickled red cabbage. Julio said you like that.” She set the plates on the table. “I also brought up potato salad, chocolate cake, chips, and soda. When you finish, if you want to find the Mates, they’re in the media room on the first floor.”

He rose from the bed and sat at the table. “Thank you, Isabel. I love brats and pickled red cabbage. Julio remembered.”

“Such a small thing…you have to make a list of foods you like so I can make them for you. I can cook anything,” she said with pride. “You’re having veal parmesan for your first supper. I’ll bring it to the media room at six.”

Richard rubbed his eyes. “What time is it now?”

“Four thirty, now eat.” Isabel wagged her finger at him.

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“Is there anything I should know before I go to him tonight?” Julien trembled and his palms were sweating.