“Yes, sir. Be right back with those.” He hurried off upstairs.
“Good plan. Can’t do with Gregory finding out that we didn’t drink our coffees,” I said. “So, what are you thinking, Frank?” I said as I folded my legs up under me and got comfortable again.
“Tell me what sights you saw today,” he said with a sharp jerk of his eyes toward the maid who was cleaning near us.
“Oh, Lion’s Head was lovely, but I really enjoyed seeing some of the neighborhoods as we walked. The German International School looked beautiful, and my favorite was Erf 81. I loved the goats and chickens, and it was so fun to see the gardens. If I lived here, I’d definitely volunteer there, get my hands in the dirt a bit.”
Frank smiled as the busboy returned and handed us our fresh coffees. “Thank you,” he said.
I took
