"Keep the blanket around you," the boy said. "You'll not fish without eating while I'm alive."
"Then live a long time and take care of yourself," the old man said. "What are we eating?"
"Black beans and rice, fried bananas, and some stew."
The boy had brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace. The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set.
"Who gave this to you?"
"Martin. The owner."
"I must thank him."
"I thanked him already," the boy said. "You don't need to thank him."
"I'll give him the belly meat of a big fish," the old man said. "Has he done this for us more than once?"
"I think so."