When she finished eating, Ellisandra went to Father’s room to wash him and tuck him in for the night.
“Ah, there you are. I thought you’d all abandoned me. I’ve seen no one all day.”
“Darma came up a while back.”
His dinner tray, too, stood on the table. He had eaten half of his soup and half a roll. “Do you want some more?”
“No. It’s too hard. I can’t chew this. It’s yesterday’s bread.”
“I’ll ask Riana to bring new bread.” It was probably hard because he’d left it to sit uncovered on the plate.
“The girl with the fat arse doesn’t have any bread.”
“Father . . .”
“Well, she does have a fat arse. I hope Enzo keeps her under control because he doesn’t want her to run the house like my wife did.”
Oh, he was confused today. Enzo wasn’t going to marry Riana—Ellisandra still hadn’t found
