“That’s why there are dry cleaners. Eat your lunch. Come home by five, you’re not to work anymore than eight hours a day and I know you got here at eight. That gives you an hour for lunch. So eat.
“André, stop gawking and get Ian and me one of those sandwiches, some chips, and two Coke Zeros.” Rémy let Ian go and placed a clean tarp on a section of the floor far from where Ian was working.
André hurried down the stairs to the kitchen. When he returned, he had three sandwiches, a whole bag of chips, and two plates with some potato salad and coleslaw.
“Where’s your plate, André?” Ian asked. “Come and eat with us. There’s no reason you should eat alone. I know there are more sandwiches. I bought extra.” Ian took a bite of his sandwich.
André glanced over at Rémy who gave him an imperceptible nod of the head. “Okay, I’ll be right back. Does anyone want pickles?”
Ian vigorously nodded his head. Rémy laughed again, a deep bass sound. “Good, I like pickles too.”