Alright, no new responses, but plenty of likes. I guess that’s something to go on. So continuing the tale. Five minutes on the clock, and away we go:
Josh did notice something was wrong, of course. There was no way to completely disguise everything that had happened, even for him. But Josh spent more than a few minutes trying to figure out exactly what was different, and when he finally spoke the best he could come up with was:
“Have you lost weight?”
He nodded over his pancakes. He had, in fact, lost weight. Along with a few other things.
“I think you should leave today. I’ve already sent the standard payment to your account, plus a hazard fee I consider fair.”
He had never stiffed business associates; it was a bad habit to get into. Josh thought all the way through and entire pancake, absently chewing as he stared at his face.
“No way, I’m not going to just run out now. You’re sick, and whoever is trying to kill you is after a stone that makes people sick. Probably to put it in the water supply or something. I may not be on the side of angels, but I can’t really let something like that slide. So when they find you, and you know they probably will, I’ll be there to drive us both out; you don’t have to pay me more than my standard rates.”
He didn’t bother to insult Josh by asking again. He was too busy fighting off the urge to tell Josh that the stone poisoning someone else would no longer be a problem. After all, he wasn’t entirely sure that was true yet.
And time, and four minutes, 38 seconds. See you next week, if you’re reading this.