Friday
Remy was nursing a coffee while he waited for his breakfast and watching the door to the hotel restaurant intently for Tara. Instead he spotted an older man with a tan as deep as the wrinkles on his face. He stood and waved, catching the man’s attention and inviting him over with the same gesture.
“Daniel! I was wondering when you’d arrive!” Remy held out his hand, intending to shake, but Daniel pulled him into a hug.
“That’s from your mother,” he explained. “I’m supposed to give you one every morning but I think we’ll skip that and both tell her that we followed orders.”
“Thanks. Pull up a chair. I’ve just ordered.”
“I think I will. How’s the coffee?”
“Average. The café across the lobby has a better selection but I didn’t feel like a cinnamon bun for breakfast. How’s Mom and
