GUS CARTER CAME BACK home at 9:45. He got off his car with some difficulty and puffed like a whale. He didn’t move with the same agility he used to have a few decades ago. His protruding belly hampered him most of the time, but Gus had learned to live with it.
Gus wouldn’t have liked to give up his beer and steaks, and unfortunately, the doctor had prescribed precisely that. That, and some exercising. As if he started exercising so late in life when he hadn’t done it in his youth! Huh!
Gus fumed and craved for an argument. Lorna had told Gus that his friend, the mayor, had called and asked that Gus would come to his home at once. Gus went there, but the housekeeper had told him that his friend had taken his family to have dinner in town. Gus had cursed all the way home.
The mayor, Stewa
