Twenty-threeHenry Hunt frowned, and straightened up with a formality that came naturally to a politician who’d been a practicing lawyer.
“I am aware of your work, Duchamp. However, why you’d think it appropriate to interrupt a private meeting I can’t fathom.”
He sniffed with irritation. “Haven’t you heard of making an appointment?”
Before he could continue Duchamp jumped in.
“I can explain everything, Your Honor.”
Hunt’s frown deepened. “I’m the California governor, man. Not a Supreme Court judge.”
“My apologies, Governor. A little cultural misunderstanding, n’est-ce pas.”
He turned to the secretary. “Can you find a chair for the mademoiselle?”
Hunt irritably waved his consent.
The scene unfolded before Aristide’s eyes like a dream. He could not believe what he was seeing.
Belle
