Liz awoke, surprised to find herself refreshed and rested, having slept the entire night through. She had, last night, instantly melted into the plush warmth of the most comfortable bed she had ever known.
She reluctantly sat up, stretched, throwing the back the blankets, she padded to the bathroom. Forty minutes later, dressed and famished, she headed out, fastening the watch on her wrist. She followed the smell of delicious food down the corridor and the foyer steps.
She found Red and Dembe in the kitchen. Dembe looked up from his coffee and Red, sleeves rolled up was slaving over a hot stove.
He sat a plate with a fluffy omelet beside Dembe, waving his spatula with a flourish. “An Army travels on its stomach.” he declared with a finality that she found amusing.
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