He enjoyed a hearty breakfast at a local restaurant called Martha’s. It was usually standing-room only in the morning, but he’d managed to get a seat. “Are the eggs the way you like them?” the owner asked. He was a heavy-set man with pale blue eyes and a blinking habit when he was nervous. He blinked fast now. Alex grinned, putting the man at ease. “They’re perfect. I’ll be back.” The owner smiled then hurried away. “These are the best eggs I’ve ever eaten,” Tony said. “You say that at every restaurant we go to.” “My tastes are improving.” “Or deteriorating.” Alex opened his calendar. “Next month I’ll start some minor repairs on the house. The work with the contractor won’t start until March.” “Okay.” “Also, at that time you’ll have two days free for about eight weeks.” “A reprieve?” He bowed. “Oh, thank you master. And what will you be doing while I enjoy my freedom?” “Attending this.” He handed him a paper. Tony read it then frowned.
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