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ast, I would hope." Reon Kadena clapped Reon's hands and the soup
arrived. "Let us eat. We may discuss business afterwards."
The meal was excellent. Dinner conversation was limited to Benjamin and
Victoria discussing family matters. Simon ate hungrily, but in silence. His
eyes had become saucers when Victoria and I started to eat when they did.
The mayor kept casting nervous glances at his daughter, who was coordinating
the waitresses' efforts. Agnes seemed not to notice. "You know, Mr. Mayor,"
I began. The man jumped and his eyes bugged out. "Agnes would really like
to come home. You can not blame Reon's for what has happened. Besides, it
would serve you well to be less..." I searched for the proper word. "Pro-
tective of her. This is not the nineteenth century." Agnes blushed, having
overheard my little speech.
Mayor Hunyadi's face filled with rage (he's a very angry man, it seems),
and his whole body trembled. "You -- VILE creature -- have no right to speak
of my dead daughter. Reon Kadena is no longer alive, and YOU have despoiled her."
He growled, choking on his angry words. A tear ran silently down his
daughter's cheek. The mayor ignored her, staring maliciously at me.
"David," my wife interrupted, "we do not discuss business over a fine mea
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