Chapter 3“You said something about food?”
“Oh, yes. Do you want to come down and eat in the dining room, or do you just want me to bring you something?”
“If I’m not a prisoner, then—” Just then he looked down at the blanket wrapped around him, and then back up at Val. “I guess I’ll eat up here.”
“Don’t worry about your clothes. I’ll get you something of mine.” He turned to run out the door and then looked back, and said, “I’ll be right back.”
While Val was gone, Savanne went to the dresser and rattled around in it to see what was there. Not much, but he did manage to find a brush for his hair. He didn’t like the idea of using someone else’s brush, although it did seem clean. That made him think about other things such as soap to wash himself with, and a razor blade to shave with. He th
