"It's getting late." He lifted her from the bed and brought her to the nearby dining table. "Finish your meal and then sleep, okay?" He looked at her, her face drowsy with sleep, and raised his hand to pinch her chin examining her complexion, "How long has it been since you slept well? Why are you so tired?"
Norris's voice was low, "I've been having some insomnia lately."
He raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, "So, I am your sleeping pill?"
Norris didn't speak.
He had always been her medicine.
*
The cook in Trenton Smith's villa was skilled, even the simple red date porridge was bursting with fragrance. The red dates were cooked until they were soft, and their flavor infused the porridge, serving up a small bowl of pale date-red white porridge.
Norris served a bowl for Trenton. In front of him was just that bowl of porridge, while in front of her was a feast of meat and fish.
She glanced at the lonely scene before him and couldn't help feeling a bit guilty.