“That’s a long haul.”
“He’ll make it.”
I tapped my plate with my knife. “I appreciate this.”
She nodded, then said: “Jed Davis is out the back waiting for you. Do you want to see him?”
I frowned, then I remembered.
“The newspaper guy?”
She nodded.
“Is he okay?”
“He’s a friend of Tim’s,” she said. “Tim picks bums for friends, but he won’t bite.”
I laughed. “I’ll see him,” I said.