Finally, as dusk began to settle and my shift at the store came to an end, Jared said Symeon was headed back to work and suggested we all meet there. As soon as I told Mart the plan, she bolted out the back door. I ran close behind and took a minute to explain the situation to a surprised Max when she breezed past him to reach Symeon as he came into the kitchen.
Max was gracious and allowed us to use the chef’s table in the kitchen to debrief on Symeon’s afternoon even as Symeon began prepping the dinner service. His sous-chef wouldn’t be in for a half-hour, he said, so he had a little time to fill us in.
“So basically, we drove around, talked to people about Dooley, and put out some signs,” Symeon said to begin. “We were campaigning, like they said.”
Jared sighed. “So nothing to report
