Chapter Thirty-Nine
“That sounds too simple,” Alfred argued with a shake of his head. “You’re saying that you believe a man with lung disease can cure himself by learning to breathe more deeply?”
“It’s not as preposterous as you make it sound.”
Alfred let the book fall onto his lap as he leaned over the arm of his chair. “Mathias, if disease were that simple to cure, we wouldn’t be paying men like you to do what you do.” Mathias shrugged as he took a drink of whiskey. “Besides,” Alfred continued, returning to his book, “a man can’t force himself to breathe any deeper than he does.”
“You’re so certain?”
“I am.”
Mathias scooted to the edge of the chair and motioned for him to do the same. He tossed his book onto the table and mimicked Mathias’s posture.
“Back straight. Head forward. G
