Running Dog
“It was a warm evening, kids chasing each other in a playground just yards away. The house was red brick, fairly large, attached (how strange, she thought) to a common brown frame house that seemed totally out of place here. How strange and interesting. She approached the brick house, noting that the door-knocker was a bronze eagle.
Lloyd Percival made flattering remarks. He remembered what she’d been wearing on their previous encounter in the corridors of the Senate wing. And commented on the r...educed frizz-content of her hair. They sat around a cherrywood cocktail table in a large room filled mostly with period furniture and decorated in spruce green Colonial wallpaper. The first hour was boring, at least for Moll.
“And Mrs. Percival?”
“Spends most of her time back home. Doesn’t like Washington. Never has. We’ve grown apart, I’m afraid. Divorce in progress.”
“What does she do?”
“She curls up with the Warren Report. She’s been reading the Warren Report for eight or nine years.MoreLess
Lloyd Percival made flattering remarks. He remembered what she’d been wearing on their previous encounter in the corridors of the Senate wing. And commented on the r...educed frizz-content of her hair. They sat around a cherrywood cocktail table in a large room filled mostly with period furniture and decorated in spruce green Colonial wallpaper. The first hour was boring, at least for Moll.
“And Mrs. Percival?”
“Spends most of her time back home. Doesn’t like Washington. Never has. We’ve grown apart, I’m afraid. Divorce in progress.”
“What does she do?”
“She curls up with the Warren Report. She’s been reading the Warren Report for eight or nine years.MoreLess
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