After a while, Hannah noticed Clyde hadn't said anything. She looked up to find him busy handling the beef bones.
He seemed to be in a good mood.
"I remember you like beef," Clyde said cheerfully as he put the deboned beef on Hannah's plate.
As he skillfully cut the beef, he thought to himself, "She doesn't like fish, but she ate the fish I gave her. Looks like she still has feelings for me."
Lunch ended with their thoughts diverging.
Hannah expected to just sit in Clyde's office for the afternoon, but he allowed her to move freely.
He just reminded her to come back at 3:30 PM for snacks.
"What snacks?" Hannah asked, puzzled.
"My mother really likes you. She prepares snacks for you every day," Clyde replied.
Fearing Hannah might feel burdened, he added, "If you don't like them, ju
