Once the call was complete, it was simply a matter of waiting until Gregor arrived. Perhaps Wexler would have recalled there was somewhere else he needed to be by the time I rejoined my son?
Unfortunately, he was still bending Quinton’s ear, but as I watched, Mark Vincent approached and routed the senator by asking a loaded question: “Tell me, Senator, have you stopped beating your wife?”
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.
Wexler flushed scarlet and began to babble. “It’s…I don’t…I need to let Daren know we won’t need…My apologies to your mother, please, Mann. Vincent.” And Wexler hurried off.
Quinton realized I was there, and he smiled ironically. “Mother, you’ll be sorry to hear Senator Wexler is unavailable to drive you home.”
“I’m heartbroken.”
Vincent stared at
