"There don't seem to be any free tables." Sure, that'd be nice."For the first time we talked and he explained he had just sold a business and wanted t... take a nice, long break before he did anything else. He was, in fact, married, but his wife was a busy fashion designer and it was high season for her, so she couldn't take time off to join him.We talked and talked until the dining room emptied out."Feel like coming up to my room for a drink?" he asked, and my heart skipped a beat as I told him. She gave a little sigh as she realised that it was probably Mrs Coats checking in on her again.She was just drifting off again, when there was a knock on her door and that little lady popped her head around. "Oh good you're awake!" she exclaimed. She came in, carrying a small tray with a mug on it. "Mr Daniel asked me to bring this up to you." She frowned as she put the tray down on the bedside table next to Izzy. "I must say I didn't even realise that you were up here ... are you feeling. "Hmmm?" Ellie wasn't really listening; she was more interested in the packaging used in the boxes that the girls had been imprisoned in. It was something new that the logistics boys had been trying out. Injection foam had been pumped in around the girls, providing a packing that at one time protected and confined them."Norman's proposal." I thought you said it sounded a bit vague." Rick's people did some research. The proposition stands up. The older one is at the top end of what we'd normally. Think of how many could benefit, how many people you could get off the streets, keep kids away from crime and turn them into successful businessmen, role models for their communities. You didn’t really consider the impact of your actions when you started, but look at the good it’s done. Look to your grandmothers, destined to live out their lives in dangerous apartments, scraping by on Social Security. Think they don’t appreciate what you’ve done for them?”She had me there. Apparently she was on.