“Full?” He asked after swallowing a bite of his food.
I looked at my plate. The pretty strawberry salad was gone. All that was left was a hearty chunk of the buttery steak. “More than.”
“You mind?” He aimed his fork at the remaining half.
“Not at all.”
Please take it, before I try to eat more.
He stole it and helped himself to it.
“Quite an appetite.” I remarked.
He nodded.
It seemed surprising he could down so much and still have that trim narrow shape.
I glanced over at that wall that was lined with hand weights.
He must work out a lot to eat that way.
“You never eat at work.” I noted.
“Don’t do anything but sit there.”
I thought about that. Probably true.
This version of Porter struck me as being very active. When he was at Chase & Walker, he was si
