Chapter 25Sitting around a table in the lounge of the Barge Inn, Sam popped the last mouthful of toast (his third slice), into his mouth and washed it down with the last of the lukewarm, sweet tea. Putting the cup onto the lacquered pine table, he exhaled in satisfaction and said, “Now I think I can concentrate on the task in hand.”
“Are you sure you don't want to finish off my scraps, too?” Adam asked, still not able to believe Sam had managed the Gut Buster breakfast and an extra three slices of toast. His plate still had half a sausage on and two grilled tomatoes. He'd been as ravenous as he could ever remember, but the portion had beaten him easily.
“Nope, I'm good thanks,” Sam smiled, patting his belly proudly. “It's good to see the old place is still in business, and it's lost none
