It’s not good table manners, I know, but it’s very yummy.’ There was a pause. ‘And for dessert?’ Her voice had grown weaker, and Steve rea...ized she had been completely immersed in this game. He tried to imagine what she was doing on the other end of the phone. ‘Dessert? Why, my favorite dessert is that nice sticky, wet juice that comes out of that special place. There is never enough of it, but it is the perfect ending to the perfect dining experience.’ Again, a pause. ‘You bastard!’ she. He even put her on his shoulders like he had not done since she was little.“Put me down,” she beat on the top of his head with her tiny fists. No matter how hard she hit him, she could not harm Max with their immeasurable size difference.“Are you sure you can’t take the video camera with you?” her mother begged her father.“If I waste time filming, I won’t be able to enjoy trick or treating with our lovely daughter,” he argued.“I know, but I really want to see it.”“I will take a few pictures on. "With great flourish, Randal began to pull some kind of red cloth fromhis pants pocket. On and on he pulled, producing an every lengthyamount of fabric. It piled on the floor a bit before he finally reachedits end.Holding its edge aloft, Randal showed us that it was some kind of Redsheet. Shannon and I watched, we were both a bit confused. "Would yoube so kind as to drape this over your body Ma'am." he said, passing thesheet to Shannon.Tentatively Shannon reached out and took the offered. " “Were you born here, Angelique?” “Yes. My dad moved here from France, when he was a young man, to work as a chef in one of the hotels. He was the white one, in case you were wondering,” she smiled and continued, “My mom was born here. They met in a market and fell in love, got married and had me. I learned how to cook from my dad, he was an incredible chef. He had hoped I would follow in his footsteps and take over the restaurant. But, he was very supportive none the less, when I wanted to.