Doris looked at the man in black with an expression of shocked dismay on her face. "What is Eric doing out of the hospital?" she asked. "When I left him, he was in traction!!!"
"I am sure that Master Bush can answer any questions you have," the man replied. "If you will follow me…"
"Fine," Doris sighed. "Lead the way."
To the left of the meal line, several hundred square meters had been emptied of people. Eric was the exception, and he was sitting near the middle of the room with his back to them. He was wearing a white shirt with black borders, a pair of black casual pants, and British shoes. As they drew near to him, he stood up and turned around to greet them. He smiled and said, "Sweetheart, I'm glad that you agreed to join me!"
Doris stared intently at the back of Eric's neck. "W
