The sun had been savage all season long, rising above the pleasant temperatures that were normal to an oven-like sear. Every fallen piece of leaf was bleached and dehydrated, almost as good as scattered crisps.
There was something about Summer, the movement of the clouds was synchronized yet independent, even their hues were unique. And while they waltzed in that way, came the song of crickets and the chirps of birds, content to be blessed by gentle rays.
A month ago, I was discharged from the hospital and started working again. After recovering from the fever, I got back to assist Marvel with his routines inside and outside the company.
"Thank you for today. You should let me pay next time," said Marvel to his business partner, Don Orco.
We walked out of a private fine dining restaurant inside a luxurious hotel in the town after having lunch, discussing the liquor business between the two companies.
