Delilah felt a pang of fear as Tomas turned and told her to return to the room. But a part of her wanted to run her hand over that face and take away the anger. What? Why was she thinking that?<br/><br/>She nodded her head though on obedience. Oskar was deserving of what was coming to him but there was also fear in her for him.<br/><br/>She shook her head trying to clear it. What had she been brought into? And why was a part of her okay with it?<br/><br/>Inside the room, the servant, whom Tomas had called Rolando was setting a plate on the small table at the side of the bed. He laid out a napkin and topped it with a fork before turning to her and bowing. He was also of Hispanic descent.<br/><br/>Without a word and before she could utter a thanks, he was leaving to do his other work.<br/><br/>She say down, realizing for the first time, how hungry she was. She dove into the pot roast and potatoes, nibbling the bread brought with it before drinking the glass of water.<br/><br/>Once finished, and she must have been hungry because she finished her plate, she went back to the bed and sat, waiting for the others to return.