Steward Davis sidled up, a deferential smile on his long face.
"Is everything all right, Mr. Jasperson?"
"Um."
"Looks like we'll get the Blue Ribbon this trip, doesn't it, sir?"
"Um."
"If you should ever want any special dishes, sir, any little delicacies not available to everyone, I should be glad to speak to the chef."
Jasperson pushed his plate away. "I'll remember, Davis." Throwing down his napkin he stood up. His waiter came running.
"Dessert, sir?"
Without answering, he strode across the room, trying to compose his mouth into a smile as he reached his goal.