He thought: I must read that Grasshopper book. Patriotic duty, from the sound of it.
Betty said softly to him, "Robert, you're not eating. Is the
Nike High Heels food misprepared?"
At once he took a forkful of salad. "No," he said. "It is virtually the most delicious meal I have had in years."
"Thank you," she said, obviously pleased. "Doing my best to be authentic. . . for instance, carefully shopping in teeny-tiny American markets...
