#Chapter 54 Wrong Number

Alex waved and smiled as we got out of the Mustang. I hurried to his side, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him on his cheek. Was it my imagination, or did he look more frail today than before? But his voice was still strong. “I came outside to get some air. William, it’s good to see you. Cook will have dinner ready in about an hour. Why don’t you stay and eat?” “I’d love that, sir,” William said. It had been a few hours since we had the steak tartare, and I was sure William would be able to eat again. “Good. Let’s go into the house and get comfortable,” Alex said and started inside. “We’ll get Benson to serve us a cold drink in the living room.” I took Alex’s arm, and the three of us made our way to the living room. We got comfortable on the plush furniture, and Benson brought us glasses of cold sparkling grape juice. “So, how was the movie, you two?” Alex asked. I knew Alex enjoyed history. There were many books in the library near