So, after dinner, he retired to the chair in the living room and I snuck a power bar and headed up to the roof. It wasn’t that the dinner didn’t taste good. It was flavorful, but the consistency was gross. Artemis said he had been trying to make Chicken à la King. The bread was a soggy mess, the chicken had been macerated into unrecognizable flakes and the gravy was sticky. I could only stomach a few spoonfuls. I needed the power bar to fortify myself. Lexy and Cassie were sitting in lounge chairs, bundled up in cable knit sweaters. The night was a little nippy but I found the cold air refreshing. Scanning past the rooftop, I could see more leaves were turning red, orange and yellow at the tops of the trees. Some trees were turning more than others, but the majority of the leaves were still green. Which meant there were still quite a few nice fall days left. Lexy’s green eyes sparkled at me over the top of her giant sunglasses.
