Chapter Twelve
Theories
Fasha opened her suitcase and started to rummage inside for a pair of comfortable jeans when a familiar knock sounded at the door. She opened it to find Jahar standing there, as she"d expected. She waved for him to come inside as she went back to her suitcase.
"You never did like to unpack and put your things inside a dresser when you went some place," he remarked as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Your point being?"
"How about another lesson on Roman culture?"
Wearily, she flopped down on the edge of the bed, beside her luggage. "Not tonight. My stomach"s giving me fits again."
"Need me to take a trip to the druggist for an antacid?"
"No. I"m fine. We need to eat, anyway. I"m afraid that if I don"t eat, it"s only going to make it w
