“Sir? Where would you like her yogurt and fruit?” It’s the maid who brought lunch.“Will outside suit, or would you like to eat in front of the television?” The question is low, measured.“Outside, please,” I answer as I step back.Koshka jumps down and stalks out of the room, heading deeper into the house. I watch her go in surprise.“As I said she refuses to go outside, even to the balcony.” Milos smiles.He’s pulling out my chair for me again. “Thank you,” I mumble as I sit down. There is a bowl of plain yogurt, a dish of honey, and two different bowls of fruit, one of strawberries and one of blueberries.“The Greek yogurt is a little tart—you will want to make liberal use of the honey,” Milos murmurs as he takes a bottle out of his pocket. It’s a plain bottle, that he sets down beside the bowl. “These are fives. Only one to try then another if you need it.”I open the bottle, there are maybe a dozen pills in the bottle. Taking out one, I set it beside my bowl. “My mom uses these fo
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