"Hannah Hale's foot still hasn't healed, so she shouldn't be walking around. We can get together once she's better; it won't be too late."
"Sounds good."
Zachary Redgrave looked at Morgan Joyce and clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk. But man, you've changed so much. You're a completely different person from the Morgan Joyce I used to know."
"I just lost some weight, that's all."
"Holy shit, you've lost so much weight it's like you got plastic surgery. Seriously, if I were a woman, I'd want to marry you in a heartbeat."
Morgan Joyce set down his teacup, took a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, and pulled one out to light it. White smoke drifted slowly upward. "So, tell me what you guys have been up to all these years."
"What's there to talk about? Every day is just eating, sleeping, and working. It's so boring."
Zachary Redgrave leaned back on the sofa, looking lazily nonchalant as he casually laced his hands behind his head.
