"You must be the guests Hal mentioned, right? Come on in." Martin stepped aside and called into the room, "Jessica, the guests are here. Is dinner ready?"
An older woman came out of the kitchen, followed by a younger man. Hal introduced him, "This is my brother. You can call him Jim. He goes to college in Los Angeles, and his dream is to become a big star in Hollywood."
Jim smiled cheerfully. He did not look much like Hal, and he had a face full of freckles, but he was handsome in a refined way. He really did have the looks of a star.
Lucifer stepped forward, shook Jim's hand, and said, "I think your dream will definitely come true. I've met plenty of Hollywood stars, and none of them were as handsome as you."
"Sir, if you praise him any more, his tail will be sticking up in the sky." As Martin spoke, he headed back into the kitchen with Jessica, then went through the kitchen's small door into the yard. Before long, he returned carrying a live fish and tossed it onto the cutting board.
Jessica, who was chopping vegetables, turned to look at him. "Looks like you're showing off for our guests again."
With a bang, Martin knocked the fish unconscious with the wooden club in his hand. As he cut off its head, he said, "That's right. The Martin family's secret recipe... Gentlemen, does anyone not eat spicy food?"
"Make mine extra spicy!" Hal shouted toward the kitchen.
He hurriedly took off his thick jacket, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and invited Schiller and Lucifer to sit on the couch.
Schiller looked around the room. It was a very typical fisherman's home. A large stone fireplace stood in the center of the living