Bill One Breakfast Time 2023

He sat next to the brain dead ex-lawyer and opposite the mouthy ex-cop. The other man had died in the night, not that one would have noticed the difference, Bill mused to himself on hearing the news before breakfast at the Lodge. The breakfast was its usual low level standard, but he ate because it was there and to be honest didn’t care. The morning tea was one of his joys, a rarity in the US at least done properly. He watched as the ex-cop mouthed off about the deceased, that he suspected he wasn’t long on this mortal coil. Bill said nothing; the idiot wasn’t worth wasting breath on; he’d escorted from life better men than him. He liked the young carer who came most mornings to see how he was and if there was anything Bill wanted. He was a young man, clean shaven, bright-eyed. Not the kind to bed, but nonetheless, a trusty sort.The matron was a stern anchor on a dismal ship. The other nursing attendants were a mixed bunch, but most all right and left him alone. He eyed the ex-cop, wondering if he ever stopped talking. Perhaps Bill mused he talks in his sleep. He looked at the ex-lawyer who sat there open-mouthed as if his brain had died and not told him. He sipped the last of the tea and left the table to the two clowns, watching uncaring of either drowns.