Danny pushed his coffee cup over to Evan, who took it gratefully.
Henri quietly put a tall glass of water and a bottle of Ibuprofen in front of Evan. “You start with some of those, Mr. Evan, and I’ll fix you up a remedy that’ll set you back on your feet.” Henri bustled off to create his magic cure-all, pulling ingredients left and right from the refrigerator and the cupboards.
Evan shielded his eyes from the determined activity.
Danny said softly, “His remedy really does work, you know. I speak from painful experience.”
Evan downed the pills and sipped the coffee in silence.
Ten minutes later Henri proudly set a glass of milky, yellow liquid in front of the hung-over man. Evan looked at it and shuddered, then raised his head to gaze imploringly up at Henri’s grinning face. The movement caused him to wince in pain.
“You go on now, Mr. Evan. Drink it all down fast. You’ll be thanking me later.”
Evan looked to Danny, questions in his eyes.