The morning was really good for Julio. Hell, if he had not been awake the time he had been, he probably would have remained lost for a long time.
Looking at Martha, all he could see was his saviour. Nevertheless, things had to be done and he needed to get moving.
"Tell me, how can we get into the club and see Facino?" He asked her as they sat down over the breakfast she had made.
Earlier, he had realised that after he returned from hell this time, his appetite seemed to have increased a great deal. He could have eaten a whole horse alone if given the opportunity. Martha had noticed this and fixed them toast and eggs.
This was actually the first time he was having this since he returned to earth and Julio was lost momentarily in the richness of the meal.
But business was business and his time was already beginning to get sliced down.
