“Where is Silver Fox?”
Max from security answers with a rapid, “At the Indian Village, he wants some French Fries, for four people.”
“Did you hear? Silver Fox wants French Fries.” Sophie places the phone back on its cradle then shakes Pierre from a deep sleep.
Pierre rubbing his eyes with his two fists. “What time it is?”
“Doesn’t this guy know about people sleeping, he has no concept of time.” Willy nilly Pierre pulls himself up from the warm bed.