Their late breakfast lasted for more than an hour. At the table, words were exchanged as much as food was eaten. And Elliot had the misconception that only women gossiped while eating out. He underestimated old men.
Since Elliot hadn't eaten breakfast, easting something delicious was appealing to him. His uneasiness was bundling together and making a mess of his movements. Breakfast was a medium to talk about topics that did not include business.
Mr. Windrop and Mr. Rupe were talking about Romero Crawford being in the hospital. Elliot didn't have any idea that he was hospitalized until now.
"How is he?" Elliot asked.
Mr. Rupe put his fork down, he had a faraway look in his experienced eyes.
"I spoke to his son this morning. Still unconscious. Can't say when he will wake up. His da
