She had to eat quickly because she had other plans for the rest of the lunch break. Lou was still outside, presumably spying on Karen and Doreen. He would be back any minute, if only for his roast beef special with extra Russian dressing. “Jason, how you doing?” Bennie asked, between mouthfuls. “How do you think I’m doing?” Jason had barely touched his sandwich, sipping Coke from a warm can. “You should eat something. It’s going to be a tough afternoon.” “Who are they putting on the stand?” “I don’t know.” “Then how do you know it’ll be tough?” “That’s what’s tough, that we don’t know. So, eat.” Bennie felt like his mother all over again, between answering his questions, encouraging him to eat, and dealing with his moodiness in general. “I’m not hungry.” “Okay, so tell me what’s going on with you.” “I don’t know.” “Jason, you know.” Bennie wanted to stay patient, but it wasn’t easy. “Tell me what’s happening. Was there something in the testimony you have a question about?
