I sighed out a breath. “I’ll forgive you on one condition.” “Anything. Name it.” “I want burgers for dinner.” “I will get you burgers for dinner,” he promised. “Are you all right?” Was I? I did a scan. Mentally: Steeled. Physically: Hungry. Emotionally: A little rocky. “I’m fine,” I decided. “Good. Then let’s take our journalist friend out for lunch.” “May I use your bathroom first?”
