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“I can’t say I disagree with you, Princess,” Keith told her. Bobby kissed Olivia and Kitty. Jason led him straight to the kitchen and settled him into a chair to eat. Olivia had prepared a light breakfast of fruit, scrambled eggs, and toast. “Are you still nauseous?” Keith asked stuffing a pillow over the chair’s arms. Just because they didn’t keep him at the hospital didn’t mean he wasn’t banged up. When Keith helped him get dressed in the clothes Jason brought to the hospital, he saw a two-inch line running diagonally across his chest that must have been where he was restrained by the seat belt. Bobby needed rest if he was going to his parents’ wake tomorrow night. “A little, but I think some food might settle my stomach.” Edith came to the kitchen door from the guesthouse in the yar