Rita had dinner waiting. It was stuffed pork with peppers and parsley, Creole ratatouille, hot baked bread and chilled rum soufflé for dessert. In a candlelit dining room with fresh linen and flowers. It was impossible to refuse. Not without offending Rita. Someone they had to share the house with, after all.... At the very least, they had to try a few bites, just for politeness sake.... And after all that nasty scop, too.... It was all so delicious it stung. Laura ate like a wolverine.