He bit back a smile when Jake came around at noon with a deep scowl on his face.
"Yes, sir?" he asked politely.
"Is that nose spray supposed to keep burning like this?" Jake demanded.
"Why? What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. I used it earlier. You saw me. And it stung like hell when I used it, and it's still burning some."
"Well, sir, like I said. Could be you let it go too long and now you have a sinus infection."
Jake frowned so hard that his forehead formed deep creases.
"How would somebody like you know that?"
He deliberately cowered a bit as cover, and replied, "Well, sir, my mama always had bad allergies, and she always said that sometimes it took a while to feel better."
"I suppose you're right," Jake finally grumbled.
"You really ought to give it a chance to work, sir.
