Dallie caught a glimpse of Benjamin outside speaking to the guard.
‘No wonder why the guard let these people and children in,’ she thought, glancing at their manager who was about to panic. She understood, since other customers were shocked at this.
Dallie turned to Grégoire, without words.
“You can show them the dining hall, magnifique,” he instructed her gently.
She understood it was his idea of feeding these underprivileged people who lived on the streets. Hence, she immediately went to usher them toward the dining hall.
“What are you doing, Dallie?” the manager demanded when she opened the door to let the dirty people in.
Dallie turned to the manager, who was in his fifties. He was tanned, balding, stout, and was about her height, wearing a pair of gray slacks and tucked in a wh
