422 The Pretty Lady

Billie Bob Taylor 

I looked down to my growling stomach with a pout as it continued to get louder and louder by each passing second. The snacks Pedro had brought for me earlier had done enough to tame the beast for just a few minutes but I was eating for two people therefore it was no surprise that my appetite had most definitely increased over the months. 

Today my feet were not too swollen which allowed me to wear my boots, grey black cotton shorts and once again another hoodie. I had been having a thorough conversation with Danilo who had been a bit quiet today. He occasionally did a small flip here and there but he seemed just as tired as I was.