To Patrick’s
amazement, Bryan snorted. “Good God, I think you need some of Phiz’s advice on
positive thinking, too. Some of the equipment is salvageable, Patrick. And
there’ll be insurance money. Then we just need to replace the fittings from
where the kitchen door blew out into the restaurant and counter area.”
Just. But Bryan was probably
right: he needed to be more optimistic, like Lee. Somehow he couldn’t bring
himself out of his gloom.
From across the
road, Mr Amstel pottered over with two of his younger children, all of them
gingerly carrying trays full of mis-matched mugs of steaming tea. The other
guys rushed to help, grabbing a drink each, laughing and thanking Mr A, teasing
the kids and blowing the steam out on their breath in the cool morning air.
Curtis came
over to Patrick, brushing dirt and dust off his hands. “Most of the chairs and
tables are broken. The shelves are smashed to bits, melted ice cream has got