Before long, several dishes were brought to the table.
Along with steaming hot white rice.
Just as Flossie Wright picked up her chopsticks, her phone in her pocket started buzzing again.
With a slight pause and a frown, Flossie still set down her chopsticks.
First, she took out her wallet and slid it across to Glenn Hutchinson, and then she took out her phone, glanced at the name "Marcel Smith", and pulled up to answer.
"What's up?"
Holding the phone in her left hand and bringing it to her ear, her right hand reached again for the chopsticks, continuing to pick up food and eat.
"I'm safe, just checking on you," came Marcel Smith's annoying voice through the phone.
His ability to say that proved that, in the midst of his rapid getaway, Marcel had also noticed Flossie's presence.
"Lying in a hospital."
With an indifferent response, Flossie picked up a slice of potato and placed it in her bowl.
"What?" came the surprised response from the other end.
