Calhoun sat at the table, his hand spinning the smoothened rock, looking at it twirl while waiting for the news to reach his ears.
"Has he moved from there since morning?" Madame Fraunces asked Theodore, who stood next to her and away from where Calhoun sat. "How is he holding up?" she asked, starting to walk away from there and stepping outside her house.
Theodore followed her with his hands in his pockets, "He's holding up. He will be fine. Right now, he is waiting."
"For a customer?" questioned Madame Fraunces, her eyebrows raising.
Theodore shook his head, "No, waiting for some news."
The lady turned her head to look back inside, and she sighed, "He looks too lonely, seems like the death rattled him."
