He forked the steak off the flames and laid it on a plate. “Is that what you came by to tell me?” “No, I got the loan on my house. You’re a quarter of a mil richer than you were this morning.” “You actually did that?” “Why not?” His eyes were shiny. He wiped them on his forearm. “I’ve got to get out of this smoke.” “Pay off those bums and get them out of your life.” “You’re truly a noble mon, noble mon. I’ll brown us some bread.”
