The food is usually quite good, it's true, but his personality and manners leave much to be desired.Mallard's late father built many of this city's to... skyscrapers, was beloved by all of his employees, and was a benefactor to literally hundreds of local charities. His son doesn't build much of anything except strip malls, was beloved by nobody and probably never once even stuck a dollar into a Salvation Army kettle, let alone contributed anything meaningful to society. About five years ago. "Thank you, Christine. I think now is the time for me to correct a most grievous error and tell you something you need to know."She gave him a small, hesitant smile before she spoke."Very well, Erik. I am listening. What is it that you need to say?"He lowered himself once more to his seat next to her where together, they huddled to share in the warmth afforded by the cloaks."It is going to snow any day now. Oh, stop it! I am such a coward! Just tell her already," his own wandering thoughts. And just that quick I found out that I was mistaken. What she had done must have been just pure reflex action while she was temporarily stunned. As I banged into her the glazed look slowly disappeared and was replaced by a look of pure loathing. He legs fell away from their clamping position and the hands that had pulled me to her were now pounding on my chest as she cried, “Stop damn you! Stop right now you little son of a bitch, get your filthy ass off of me.” But she had stopped me from. "Just a little something in case you get hungry. I know what its like on moving day, so much to do that you end up neglecting necessary things like sleeping and eating."Then, he got a brilliant idea. "My wife works during the daytime at a local bank, and I work nights cleaning offices, but we are both home over the weekend and enjoy entertaining. We would love to have you and your husband over on Saturday for supper. It would be a great way for us to get to know our new neighbors" he said with.