"Okay, Chris", says Francois, "Spit it out."
"Spit what out?"
"Whatever's been weighing on your mind since we started breakfast."
"You mean, besides not having a clue what I am going to do with the rest of my life."
"Besides that."
"Well, I was on Skype, then on the phone with Erik early this morning and he dropped a lovely little bomb on me."
"Not nuclear, I hope", says Carl.
"He spent the last five years caring for an elderly Colombian gentleman in Sweden."
"Sugar daddy?", wonders Jeffrey.
"No. Retired Colombian drug lord."
"Oh my God", says George. And you say he's coming here after his quarantine., Well, better brace ourselves because he is going to have quite a bit more to tell..."
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