William pulled a stack of crumpled envelopes from his pocket and tossed them onto Leo's blanket.
"Look, these are from the old ladies and kids who insisted I take them. Someone even shoved a few hard-boiled eggs at me, said they were for you to get your strength back."
William picked up an egg, peeled it, and took a bite himself.
"Not bad."
He mumbled, chewing on the egg.
"Honestly, Leo, I'm a little jealous of you."
"I'm the Governor. I've signed so many documents, but in their eyes, I'm just a mailman."
"They don't care about me at all."
"They only care about you."
There wasn't much real jealousy in William's tone, more a simple confusion and sense of being wronged.
He had lived a life of privilege, used to being surrounded by admirers and sycophants.
But he had never received this kind of fanatical adoration from the common people.
He didn't understand this kind of emotion.
But he could feel its weight.
Leo looked at William, then glanced at Evelyn.
"William,"
