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answered Sam as he took the complimentary bottle of wine with him. They walked over to the lobby only to find that no one was there. They all sat on the very comfortable old sofas. All except Cassandra, who sunk herself into the giant armchair that was so big her legs hung many inches off the floor as she sat all the way back into the chair. The friends all waited patiently for Gregor while they observed the beautiful paintings and light fixtures and conversing amongst each other.
       Madame Marina came into the lobby and asked them if they had enjoyed the meal. They all complimented her on her home cooking. Cassandra then asked.
       ‘The meat was not only delicious but also tender. Who is your butcher?’
       ‘That would be me!’ exclaimed Gregor who had just come in.
       ‘Excuse me?’ said Sam.
       ‘I hunted, shot, skinned and cut up the animal before my grandmother made it your supper. You could ask Cassandra if you don’t believe me. She was there, she saw it.’ Gregor said proudly.
       ‘What? Is this the story you were telling us about, the one with the wild boar that almost attacked you?’ Sarah inquired with a very surprising look on her face. 
       ‘So this is your hero who saved you from the wild animal? Nice to meet you Sir!’ Sam joked.
       ‘He sure is! Gregor gallantly crossed my path and saved the day!’ Cassandra answered.
       ‘A moment later and I would be the animal’s dinner but thanks to Gregor it became ours’ she continued. ‘So, dear friends, not only I but you too all owe gratitude to Mr. Gregor!’
       Gregor came closer, set his oil lamp on the table and sat in the armchair opposite of Cassandra.  
       ‘We are all so very grateful to you for saving our little Cassie Mr. Gregor.’ Sarah said and continued. ‘I could not imagine life with out her!’
       ‘I believe Sarah has exaggerated a bit. It wasn’t that big of a deal.’ Gregor said.
       ‘No matter! We are all glad that you were there.’
       Gregor got up out of his chair and picked up an old wooden box that was beautifully relished with the most unusual carvings. He opened it and offered a top quality cigar to his guests.
       ‘No thank you.’ said Cassandra.
       ‘Me neither.’ answered Rebecca before Gregor even got to her.
       ‘I won’t say no. Thanks!’ said Sam.
       ‘What the heck, why not?’ said Sarah.
       Gregor lit their cigars and his own and sat back down. He looked at Cassandra with a deep dark sorrowful look. She in turn hadn’t noticed she was too busy looking at Sarah and thinking how silly she looked with that cigar in her mouth. Eventually, she turned her attention to Gregor and began asking him questions.
       ‘Gregor, I have a painting in my room depicting a woman with a newborn and a little boy at her side. Is that boy you?’
       ‘It is’ he answered without looking at Cassandra. Instead he watched as the circles of smoke his cigar made swirled into the air over his head. 
       ‘In the portrait that is in the dinning area I noticed that your mother wore an identical dress to the one I am wearing right now. Do you know the designer of the dress or where it was made? Mine was a gift and I am pretty sure it is a great imitation but of which designer I do not know.’
       ‘No, I am sorry. I do not know. It is probably an imitation as you mentioned. Although I am no expert in fashion’ he paused. ‘My mother died when I was very young. In the portrait I am only three years of age. There is no way I could have known where her dress was made or where she got it from. Let it be noted though imitation or not that dress looks lovely on you. You wear it extremely well.’
       Gregor was a gentleman and he knew how to make a compliment. Cassandra blushed.
       ‘Thank you, how nice of you to say.’
       ‘What happened to your parents? If you don’t mind me asking.’ said Sam.
       ‘It’s a long story but if you don’t