A little down a gilded walkway filled with artwork on the walls and chandelier lighting, he took another left, and then a right to reach a large dining room. The table could sit at least thirty people, and Elijio sat at one end, waiting for her. His ears twitched and she wondered if he was nervous. “My cook has prepared pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and sausage gravy. I hope it’s okay,” Elijio said finally. When her tummy rumbled they both laughed. “I think that would be fine,” she answered and took the seat to his right that she was directed to. After she filled her plate with food she looked over at him. “You’re house is like one on steroids. You never feel like you’ll get lost?” “I’ve been here for a very long time. Honestly I didn’t buy it for the size. I bought it for the land it’s on. I wanted to have privacy. I can’t live in a dungeon during the day. I needed to make sure I could move around without having to worry about anyone seeing me. Not too many normal ranch style homes on thousands of acres of land, unless I wanted a ranch, and that would defeat the purpose of staying away from sight.”
