Minos pointed again to the illustration of the finely minced garlic clove and showed her two fingers. He wanted both stems finely minced. He didn't want them chopped or left as they are. He wanted them finely minced.
Angus was tiring. He was battered and aching, and the torture he had gone through for hours during the night was wearing on him physically, mentally, and emotionally. Marcus went inside, picked up a fresh pack of cigarettes and got out a couple sodas from the fridge. He went outside and gestured to Angus with the cigarettes and the sodas, and Angus followed him over to the tea garden area. Marcus handed Angus a soda and took a cigarette for himself before handing the pack to Angus. The two of them sat, drank the soda, smoked a couple cigarettes, and Marcus was able to get Angus to talk a bit about what Priscilla had done in the overnight hours. Marcus largely listened, but even so, he honestly wasn't sure how Angus was doing as much as he was doing today, except that he knew Angus would put any of his own needs behind him to try to protect his family. In any other day and time, Marcus would have been encouraging him to try to get some sleep, but today, that wasn't an option.