“What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” said Jenkins.
“You want to go, don’t you?”
“Mildred, if the roles were reversed he would already be here.”
“You admire him a great deal, don’t you?”
“You know the answer to that. He picked me to be his Special Liaison Officer. He trusted me. He listened to me when I offered advice.”
“Where would you stay? They say the media has every room within a hundred miles.”
“I know someone who has family that lives there.”
“Who?”
“Slick.”
Toby Burke walked back to the Broken Spoke Hotel after the press Briefing was canceled. At the service counter he asked the lady, “Has the mail been delivered?”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry, you didn’t receive any.”
“Oh well, it was worth a shot,” said Toby.
“Maybe they didn’t read your article.”
Toby looked at her.
“I didn
