“Didn’t you see her yesterday? Why not deliver it yourself?” Damon asked, Lighting his own cigarette.

He remembered Tyrone’s swift punch to the thief, a memory accentuated by the imagined sound of breaking ribs.

Tyrone drew heavily on his cigarette, exhaling slowly as the smoke twirled upwards and vanished.

The chill of Sabrina’s words from yesterday, “I don’t want to remarry you,” lingered with him, colder even than December in Norwen.

After a pause, Tyrone asked, “Did she say anything else?”

“She offered to treat me to dinner tomorrow,” Damon replied, anticipating Tyrone’s response. “She insisted, since I helped her. If you object, she’ll speak to you.”

Tyrone paused once more before taking another drag, his face serious.

do you

“Tell her

“Okay.”

for the whale-watching trip. The departure was scheduled for approximately eight in the morning, with the journey expected to last anywhere

Damon planned their dinner for

hearing Damon’s desire to select a restaurant,

that Damon inform her once he had made his

next morning, precisely at seven-thirty, Sabrina and her friends

numerous individuals awaited their turn,

had secured a catamaran for

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