Chapter 17 Wishful Thinking

• This was the most they had ever eaten in one sitting. Each of them was now sprawled on the couch, too full to move.
• Clinton, who had only managed a few bites himself, watched in satisfaction as the others devoured almost everything. Thankfully, he had cooked enough to feed an army.
• Now, he was in the kitchen washing dishes, whistling cheerfully. "Here, have some fruit. It'll help with digestion," he said a moment later, bringing out a plate of fresh fruit. "I'll whip up a little midnight snack later."