[Bovice]

Holden gently laid his napkin on his empty plate, "I'm just trying to get you a little chunky is all." He chuckled as he leaned back in the chair. "I couldn't be a chef, I wouldn't be able to stand being in a hot kitchen for ten or twelve hours." He smiled. "But maybe I can go into business with Anne. She sell her cakes and I sell pies... Unless my apple pie wasn't good." He stared at Solomon. He looked at his watch, "It's ten P.M." He sighed. "I need to get to bed. I have to get up in eight hours." He rubbed his temples. "Are you going to spend the night darling?" Holden smiled slightly.