To my astonishment, Whit took my plate and served me a little of everything. Isadora watched him with keen interest. Everyone else at the table remained motionless. I could feel the subtle note of disapproval. “Just how well do you two know each other?” Mr. Fincastle asked. “We met a few days ago,” Whit said with his imperturbable English accent. “So not well.”
I think hes trying to piss off Ricardo
