Ronnie quickly dressed and hurried to the kitchen. Marie placed a plate full of aromatic meat and veggies at her place at the table; she couldn't remember when she'd last eaten. "Thank you, I'm famished." She placed the notebook next to her plate. "Where's Mitch?" She opened her napkin and placed it on her lap.
"Right here." Mitch walked up behind her. He pulled out his usual chair while Marie hurried over with a full plate for him.
His chair scraped the floor, the sound like chalk on a blackboard, and Ronnie shuddered. "Thank you. This smells so good." Mitch grabbed a soft, warm roll out of a basket and slathered it with butter.
Ronnie played with her food, her body hungry but her mind confused and tired. How could Mitch be so calm? Ronnie massaged her forehead with her fingers. She fe
