Pieces were falling together. Was it too soon? Should I strike already with a question about Robinet? Rob considered it while taking his first bite of potatoes. They were a little bland but not bad by any means. He added some salt and pepper while considering the next move. Under all this polite pretense, Rob’s pride still stung from his awakening that morning and the violation by physical contact. But would a question about Robinet anger the governor or make him close up? He went for it. “And Tracy Robinet sealed the deal as far as leaving the city?” he asked casually, taking another bite of potatoes.
The governor paused in his eating and looked over at Rob directly in the eyes. His expression was not resentful or begrudging. It was another placeholder, a “Gone Fishing” sign indicating o
