"How's it going?" Stella set a bag down on the table.
"Slow. I got nothing so far." Danny rubbed his eyes and popped his glasses back down on his nose. "What's in the bag?"
"Chicken Noodle Soup. For you."
"Stella, I'm fine."
"Well you look like you're about to drop. " Stella's pager started beeping. She took a quick glance and grimaced. "I have to go. Eat the soup, okay."
"Okay. I'll eat the soup, Mom."
"Don't ever call me Mom."
