James seemed his old self again to Robbie. Brooding, high strung and not very communicative with him or anyone else that Robbie had noticed.
"So James, what's got you in a contemplative mood? Listening to some Gregorian chants to amuse yourself? " Robbie asked of James. Robbie was ready for a sarcastic response from James. Even a loud response from James would be welcomed. Just some type of response from the" tall quiet one", as he'd been nick named the past few days. Lizzie and Robbie were both concerned about James' lack of interacting with others.
James was seated at his desk, looked over at Robbie as he leaned on the door jamb, waiting for a response from James. Robbie was a friend as well as Acting Chief Superintendent, so throwing him out of his office was not really an option. James figured he might as well go with the truth. He didn't believe it, why would Robbie.
James commenced his lament with "It's my sister, Nell. She wants to start her own business,"
Robbie said, "James that's great. Nell must be intelligent, she's your sister, and in a college town like this, there are all sorts of potential consultants we can find to help her out. Why does your sister's desire to start a business have you depressed, for lack of a better term?"
James responded to Robbie, "She wants to start a bed and breakfast in our parent's former home. And she knows nothing about running a bed and breakfast."
