"...told Agathe I didn't want to pick up after young men living by themselves but she swore you'd be all right. Not that she's one to judge, did I hear her telling that man of hers to get out? Just about time, or I was going to talk to the police about him...are you sure you're sick? If you're well enough to go walking in the street, I'd think you're well enough to walk to work, but it's not my business...you do look like you're running up a fever still..."
She nods and sets down the bowl in front of him. "Now that's good soup, not just a broth, real pieces of chicken in there, so you eat it up. Me? I've been porter here for, oh...let me think, it was after my husband died, and that was eighteen years ago, so call it seventeen years here?"
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Date: 2017-03-31 08:59 pm (UTC)She nods and sets down the bowl in front of him. "Now that's good soup, not just a broth, real pieces of chicken in there, so you eat it up. Me? I've been porter here for, oh...let me think, it was after my husband died, and that was eighteen years ago, so call it seventeen years here?"