A Fine Woman

“Full?” He asked after swallowing a bite of his food.

I looked at my plate. The pretty strawberry salad was gone. All that was left was a hearty chunk of the buttery steak. “More than.”

“You mind?” He aimed his fork at the remaining half.

“Not at all.”

Please take it, before I try to eat more.

He stole it and helped himself to it.

“Quite an appetite.” I remarked.

He nodded.

It seemed surprising he could down so much and still have that trim narrow shape.

I glanced over at that wall that was lined with hand weights.

He must work out a lot to eat that way.

“You never eat at work.” I noted.

“Don’t do anything but sit there.”

I thought about that. Probably true.

This version of Porter struck me as being very active. When he was at Chase & Walker he was sitting doing accounting. Seeming entirely at peace doing nothing but scribbling in ledgers and typing notes on his computer.

But when he’s not there, he’s like this.

“Do you make more as a bouncer?”

He nearly choked. “Definitely. But we pr