"Look at you!" Tony said when he came to the door. We embraced.
"Hey, Tony. Hey! What're you up to?" I had thought he was still in prison.
"Not much. Just having a little breakfast."
It looked like a half chicken there in the skillet.
"Smells great," I told him.
I shook my head. "Thanks anyhow."
"Want some wine? Len drinks good wine now. Not that shitty port."
The oil hissed and sputtered.
"Some smoke?" Tony gestured with the tongs at a joint
"Nah. I'm good. I'll just watch you." I leaned
on the breakfast bar so I was facing him.