I’m driving back to the hotel just before noon when Robert texts. I shouldn’t, but I do hit ok in response.

Ten minutes later I pull into the hotel parking lot; stop at the front desk to see if they have FedEx pickup and get two envelopes for the boys tshirts.

I head up to the room, address and seal each envelope, and then drop them back at the front desk.

Now what to do until fourish? I wonder where Robert wants to eat. And why so early, but not enough to dwell on it.