This story takes place in December of 1995 in the citadel in Iowa, nine years after Lisiantha's story.
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Philip walked through the door of the café and scanned the patrons. He was early for the lunch crowd, but late for the breakfast feeders. Looked like he'd have to feed alone.
Damn.?
It wasn't that he disliked being alone. He was usually happy that way, but he'd always felt meal time was a social event. It stretched back to his human days, all the way to his childhood. He'd had a large family where meals were a noisy, rambunctious affair. His mother bustled to and fro, children fought over the choicest morsels, and the dogs ran around, grabbing dropped crumbs.
That was a long time ago.
He shrugged it off and glided towards a table. The waiter, familiar with his daily routine, rus
