"I was glad to get away from him this morning, to be honest," Angus said. He had been, personally, glad to get away from Jim after how rude Jim had been when the others had noticed.
"He seems to get a bit arrogant if someone notices how much he's addicted to it now. An occasional smoke, I can put up with. But I'm not letting him create a nicotine cloud around Khaat or her kids. He'll have to do that elsewhere. I will set a boundary around that if he's determined to continue to not come up for air.
"And, if he wants to give himself some sort of lung disease, then he's a big boy. He can make his own choices. If he gets to the point where he's smoked so much that he can't keep up with the demands of his job, Robert won't keep him out of pity. That's for certain."
When she switched the subject to talk to the market, he said, "If we'd been there an hour or so earlier, you might have had trouble walking through the place. It would have been wall to wall chefs. We still got there in time to get some good fish. The market is much like the sea, it has a life of its own, with a rhythm like nothing else on the earth. There are times when I like what I do here, and times when I miss sailing. I like both."