Knowing that something had to give, that food was absolutely vital to giving him the strength to get out of there, it gave him some strength to walk forth towards Mayra.
James looked up at the table, trying not to make eye contact, but to – what shouldn’t have been – his surprise, he followed her around the other side to be greeted by a large wooden high chair, already with the latch up.
Mayra looked at James amusingly as he stared up at the high chair and back at her, over and over. “Yes, pequeño, that is where you sit. Señorita Mayra would not want you to fall off while you bounce around at the table.” She gave James a moment to get into the highchair, but quickly noticed that he seemed bewildered by it more than anything else.