Ambrose watched the play of emotions on her face and body, like he was watching a play. She was a very strong women to be doing this. If he had been half the person she was at that age he could have stood up for himself. But that was another time and place.
He let to moment hang in the air. He could see she looked beautiful in the collar, that it was made for her, but he could tell she need a few minutes to gather herself. So he let that moment pass in silence.
"What types of food would you like to get. I have some paper and a pen over by the phone if you would like to write anything down. I would prefer that you get food that smell rather good. I can not eat it, but doesn't mean I can't enjoy the smell of it."