By the time dinner rolls around, Lenore is seeming a little bit more like herself. I'm sure the comfort of being in a veritable fortress surrounded by literal muscle helps. Lexington and all of his roommates are proficient in one martial art or the other, and they're all in great shape. I know it chases away the butterflies in my stomach on the harder days.
In Boston, I can't imagine how alone and unguarded she must have felt. Our home may be in a good neighborhood, but that doesn't mean shit when people come looking for you. They'll find you just as easily in an upscale area as they would in one more downtrodden. New England is an amazing area that I've loved to call home these past few years, but there is a dichotomy between its residents, and I'm sure you can catch my meaning.
