"Richard, your dad and I were hoping that we could join you tonight at your apartment for dinner," Adelle began after a pause in the conversation. "We thought we'd bring you over a gourmet meal from the hotel restaurant. We know how much you love their food, and besides, darling, you look like you're going to be much too tired to want to cook anything when you get home." Rick stopped in mid-chew at his mother's suggestion. The hotel, which was one his family owned, had an outstanding restaurant called of all things, Flemmings House of Flames. But now he was going to have to come up with an excuse why he couldn't let his parents come over to the apartment he no longer lived at.