As it turned out, Floyd ran into Jamison again as he headed for the snack bar the next morning. They each had coffee and a big sweet roll.
“What ‘cha got going today?” Floyd tried to make the question casual, as if it didn’t make much difference.
“Wanted to spend it with you, at least part of it. Are your roommates gone again?”
Floyd shook his head. “Nope, damn the luck. Bucky had some kind of duty last night and he’s prob’ly going to sleep all day.”
“We could slip in the back of Skylar Wilks, then. I heard they’re not going to fix it right away, maybe still investigating what happened or something. Should be quiet over there today.”
A wicked thought popped into Floyd’s mind at that point. What if Nate did make it? Things could be interesting. Nate could either play along and make it
