Gina
As much as I wanted to know the answer, I was almost relieved when Jimmy came bursting through the door. This time with a dessert cart being pushed by a stout, unassuming man with a salt and pepper beard, wearing a black chef’s jacket.
“How’ve you been, Bob?” Clutch asked, rising to his feet to greet him with a warm embrace, somewhat to my surprise. I suppose after meeting Jimmy, I’d assumed that someone named ‘Robert the Oral’ would be a lot more over the top, but this guy had about as much sparkle as a piece of toast.
“I’m doing fantastic, Clutch. Thank you for asking,” Bob said softly before turning to me.
“I understand the fish wasn’t much of a hit, so I hope our house specialty dessert makes up for it,” he said sweetly.
“Oh, no. I’m sure the fish was lovely, I just—”
“It’s
