Rassa held his hand after he placed the menu down. "I knew they lied. Your to inportant to me to just let you go. I love you. I needed proof you died. The never provided any."<br/><br/>The waitor returned. What do you want, sir? Hey your the singer.<br/><br/>Rassa held her index finger over her lips. "Shush not tonight. We need privacy. I will have cannelloni and chicken sweetheart what will you have?" She tried to be pleasant. She could tell Rudolph was depressed and in pain. She offered him a pain pill she carried just in case meds. "Take this will help pain and not make you sleepy."