Renee: [This is Lana's info. Can you find out where she is right now?]
Henry Stark replied quickly: [Okay, I'll arrange it.]
Renee let out a sigh of relief: [Thanks!]
She put down her phone, stretched, and got up to wash up.
While they were having lunch, Dalton Jenson came back with some braised meats and talked about the wild game situation as they ate.
"I asked a colleague, and he gave me a phone number. He said to contact this person if we want to get some wild game." Dalton Jenson pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. "The number's on here."
"Dad, you're the best." Renee gave him a thumbs-up.
After lunch, she sent the number from the slip of paper to Henry Stark: [I heard this is the number to contact for wild game. Do you want to give it a try?]
Henry Stark: [I'll arrange it.]
Renee didn't reply. She sat cross-legged on the sofa, reading her direct messages.
Blueberry scooted up next to her and nuzzled her with his fluffy head. "Renee, what are you doing?"
