Conrad Schroeder pushed down the chaos brewing inside him and approached me.
"Mr. Raymond." Conrad's smile looked forced.
I glanced at Conrad and chuckled, "What's up? You look like hell. Something wrong?"
Conrad froze, then quickly shook his head, "No...nothing, just haven't been sleeping well lately."
I laughed and said, "I'll hook you up with a pill sometime, guaranteed to make you sleep like a baby."
The more I talked, the more strained Conrad looked.
"Mr. Raymond, let's...get inside quickly." Conrad said, grabbing my arm.
After we walked into the living room, the dining table was loaded with fancy dishes.
"All this food? Sweet! I haven't had a decent meal in days." I dropped into a chair and started digging in with my chopsticks.
Conrad just sat there, not saying anything.
He kept looking at me, then glancing toward the door.
"Why aren't you eating?" I asked between bites.
"I...I'm not hungry." Conrad forced out a smile.
I didn't push it.
