The closer Saturday came, the more nervous Jeremiah became. He slept little and drank more coffee than he ever had in an attempt to stay awake during his sessions.
By Friday, he had Flo call everyone and reschedule, because he couldn’t stand to be in the office, and he didn’t deserve to get paid if he couldn’t do his job.
He walked the boardwalk, a craving to call Mayor Glover and tell him he’d made a grave mistake. There was still time to fix it. The mayor could pick someone else for the Dignitary Award. No one would have to know why.
Jeremiah shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. Hercules ambled along at his side, and Jeremiah finally took the dog off the boardwalk and down the sand a little bit. “Let’s sit here for a minute,” he said, and he sat down.
Hercules had never
