“Yes, he is.” He gave me a sharp look, but I just raised an eyebrow. Finally he took my hand. “I wouldn’t want to see him get hurt, either.”
Once he was out of the hospital, he found a way to send a sheet set to Pretty Boy to replace the one he’d ruined. It had such a high thread count and was so soft Pretty Boy’d sworn he was going to come just from stroking it.
The congressman had also sent a nice gift as a token of regret for what had happened, a basket containing gourmet foods. There had been tins of pate and caviar, boxes of English wafers, Godiva chocolates. Pretty Boy had insisted I sample it.
I thought both gifts showed a lot of class, which wasn’t something I expected to find in a representative of our governing body, and I kept an unobtrusive eye on Congressman Franklin after
