Approximately twenty minutes later Chip arrived with a bag of groceries, a smile on his face, and the announcement, “I’m here to have breakfast with you.”
“What if I don’t eat breakfast?” Fargo asked, enjoying his second cup of coffee in his bare feet and comfortable clothes.
“Who doesn’t eat breakfast? Everyone eats breakfast.” Chip placed his bag of groceries on the counter, next to Fargo’s Keurig, and started to remove the provisions from their paper sack and placed them on the countertop. There was half a dozen eggs, bacon, sausage, yellow and red peppers off the vine, tomatoes from his garden, two different kind of cheese, slices of ham, cilantro, a red onion, and a few plastic bottles of various spices.
“Where’s your cowboy hat?” Fargo asked. He had never seen Chip without one, li
