There was nobody at the Galloway restaurant when I showed up, half an hour before it was supposed to open. There were certain advantages and disadvantages I presumed in owning or running a restaurant and living in attached quarters. Lorraine was indefatigable, and Tom wasn’t far behind her. I’d asked Gularte to show up but I had no idea what time he got up in the morning. The rescue out beyond Trestles had taken it out of me much more so than I would have ever thought. There was little question if I wanted to think about it, which I didn’t, that my daily workouts, as diminished as they might be, had helped save my life, but the price was still being paid. I’d slept, but fitfully, my wife waking me up constantly to see if I was still breathing, or at least so I accused her.

Gularte walked through the door. I looked behind him to make sure Mike Manning wasn’t with him. There were things I needed to talk to Gularte about that I didn’t want anyone else to hear or overhear.

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