“Oh, Blair. You’re done already! How are you feeling?”
Claire immediately puts on a relaxed expression.
“Better.”
“Mr. Par…” I stop myself. “I mean, Leonard brought you something to eat. You need to regain your strength.”
I look toward the desk.
Fresh orange juice, grapes, a steaming porcelain teapot with a selection of teas, white and rye bread,cheese and ham, butter, jams. So much food!
“You didn’t need to go to all this trouble. Just some tea and a few cookies would have been enough.”
I look at him and smile, slightly embarrassed.
I slowly make my way toward the table, afraid my legs might give out beneath me.
“Of course you need it,” Leonard replies. “You haven’t eaten anything in quite a while. That’s why you’re feeling dizzy.”
He pauses.
“The doctor will be here in about a
