“Where is my butler?” Bishop asks. “No, we had this talk in the car. You have to take care of yourself.” He stares at the silverware wrapped in a paper napkin. “Hmmm… so my silverware is inside?” he teases. “How do I get it out?” “You have to chew it out. That’s how the poor people do it,” I say. I watch as Bishop holds it up to his mouth and bites down on the napkin like he’s pretending to believe me. Of course, that’s the moment our waitress comes up and gives him an extremely confused look. “Don’t mind him, he gets easily confused when his butler isn’t around,” I explain with a smile.
