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Violet placed her napkin on her lap and waited for everyone to be served. She looked up at the largest painting again and sighed.
“I don’t think I’d ever leave this room if this were my home,” she said, smiling at Bug before briefly glancing at his father.
Rick grinned and winked at Sophie. “Hear that, Bug? Mrs. B. wants to live here. Which one of those dozens of rooms you willing to rent out to her?”
“She just said she wanted this room…wait…I didn’t count that many bedrooms,” John said. “Are there really that many?”
Elian laughed. “He’s kidding…I think. Aren’t you, Rick?”
“Not sure I am,” Rick retorted, smirking at Bug. “This counts as a mansion and Bug is richer than…well, maybe Warren Buffet.”
Bug glared at his father, refraining just barely from telling him, “Thanks a lot, Dad!”
Instead he took in a calming breath and said, “I don’t think you’d really like it here, Mrs. Bennett. The hurricane season gets pretty scary.” Bug then gave a menacing look to Rick who seemed to be having entirely too much fun about this.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Violet said. “I just really like those paintings and I would always like to be around them just to look at them. Don’t you like them, Sco…uh, Rance?”
He cleared his throat, but didn’t answer directly. “I’m sure my father would be willing to part with them,” he said. “Not like they’re worth much to him….not worth any money after all.”