“I’m meeting a lady…oh, there she is.”
A stylish, well-dressed, well-coiffed woman of about forty-five, whom Jimmy recognized from last Saturday’s benefit, waved over. Melissa Harris-J’Arnoud said. “Kevin, that’s my guest…”
Jimmy was escorted over to a square wooden table at the front of the restaurant. There was only one other table occupied, so they had privacy. Jimmy wondered if that had been arranged. Privacy in public was not something easily achieved in this city, usually done so with money and influence. Given the subject matter at hand, discretion was called for. Jimmy shook her hand as he sat.
“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice,” she said. “I’m sure a man of your talents is in high demand.”
“You caught me on a slow news day.”
“Modesty. I think this bodes well.” Sh
