Afterward, they retired to their rooms and rejoined in the kitchen a few minutes later, both changed into sweat pants and sweaters. “You find it warm in here?” Scott asked, walking to the island in the middle of the kitchen. Gus pointed to the living room. “You can’t see it from here, but just inside the wall, there’s a solar panel for heating. Heats most of the place. This area gets toasty now, but it’ll be fine in the winter.” “This place is amazing.” “It is.” Gus nodded, rubbing his hand on his black fisherman’s sweater. He turned to the cupboards and took down two cans of Chunky soup. “Chicken okay?” “That’s fine, man.” “Go get us some booze.” Scott limped as he walked to the dining table and picked up the two waiting bottles of Jack Daniels on the table. He brought them back to the island and held one out to Gus. They opened the bottles and clicked the necks together. “Other than the incident at the fire station, a job well done today,” Gus announced.
