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coffee I came in for , bossy , ” he said and turned toward the c ounter to get his drink. I stuck my tongue out at his back , but it was all in fun. Even the revelation about Brian didn’t take away the fun of ha nging out with Dirt. It made me somewhat sad I had spent so little time here in the last years.
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“Can we turn on the lights and sirens?” I asked Dirt as he drove me home. Never insid e a cop car before, I found all its dials and knobs very interesting and kept playing with t hings as he playfully swatted my hands. The radio kept blasting out messages until he had to shut it off.
“No. And you’d better behave or I’ll put you in the back,” he jok ed .
“Fine. You take all the fun out of everything. So then, tell me. Any juicy gossip about the Senator I should know ? Since you obviously don’t like him, any that you can spread would be helpful. I am interviewing him tomorrow and need all the i nside scoop I can get.” I scooted sideways in my seat until I faced him , givi ng the shortened version of my old career, my new career, and why I was in Alkon.
“He chases other women , though his wife doesn’t seem to care. I’m sure she would rather him leave her alone since who knows where he’s been. Besides the personal stuff, I question some of his campaign sources. I just don’t trust him. He seems like he just tell s you whatever he thinks you want to hear , and I know that would be considered normal for a politician in some circles , but I don’ t like it,” he looked over at me and grinned. “ That kind of politician thrives on the power, not the cause, and tends to take up the cause of the biggest donation . He’s too slick. I just don’t trust him,” he repeated.
“Well, with those standards, there aren’t too many politicians you can trust , ” I joked. As we pulled into my parent ’ s driveway, the car lights flashed across the garage door and the front of the house. It looked as if there were still lights on inside. It was probably my mother waiting up to see how my “date” with Brian went. Wouldn’t she be disappointed . I thought I should play with her and say I spent time with Dirt. That might actually be fun. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime. See you around town I hope , if you aren’t doing anything tomorrow, a few of us will be hanging out at Pat’s.”
“That’s a dive .” I grimaced. Pat’s was primarily a trucker bar, though it did have a certain interesting quality to it.
“It’s a different crowd now , more yuppie-feel. Anyway, think about it . I know everyone would love to see you. Good to see you , Pres.”
“Hey, you too. Glad to know who to call if I get in trouble,” I teased.
Chapter 4
A s the bright sun washed into my room, I opened my eyes a nd for a moment forgot where I was . I didn’t really care, as long as I could get some more sleep. I closed my eyes ag ain and rolled over, hugging my pillow and snuggling down, in anticipation of at least a few more minutes of sleep. I’d been having a wonderful dream about a beach, a parade of good-looking men, and me in a size-four bikini . I wanted it to continue.
“Get up , lazy head! Breakfast is on the table!” My mother yelled up the stairs.
I sat up and was quickly jolted into th e reality that I was home. Not in my own home, but rather my parents’ home. Arg . I flopped b ack down on the bed and shut my eyes again, willing my self to go back to sleep and to dream of anywhere but here. I wasn’t sure I was ready to face the world this morning — a common anxiety for me , especially before coffee. There was a brief moment of silence before I heard the noises of the coffee maker and smelled the rich aroma of coffee and homemade waffles winding its way up to my room. Mmmm… heaven. Now this was motivation to get up. It was almost wort h getting up this early. I wasn’t my best in the morning, so I tried to avoid early mornings as much as possible.
“Come on,”
******
“Can we turn on the lights and sirens?” I asked Dirt as he drove me home. Never insid e a cop car before, I found all its dials and knobs very interesting and kept playing with t hings as he playfully swatted my hands. The radio kept blasting out messages until he had to shut it off.
“No. And you’d better behave or I’ll put you in the back,” he jok ed .
“Fine. You take all the fun out of everything. So then, tell me. Any juicy gossip about the Senator I should know ? Since you obviously don’t like him, any that you can spread would be helpful. I am interviewing him tomorrow and need all the i nside scoop I can get.” I scooted sideways in my seat until I faced him , givi ng the shortened version of my old career, my new career, and why I was in Alkon.
“He chases other women , though his wife doesn’t seem to care. I’m sure she would rather him leave her alone since who knows where he’s been. Besides the personal stuff, I question some of his campaign sources. I just don’t trust him. He seems like he just tell s you whatever he thinks you want to hear , and I know that would be considered normal for a politician in some circles , but I don’ t like it,” he looked over at me and grinned. “ That kind of politician thrives on the power, not the cause, and tends to take up the cause of the biggest donation . He’s too slick. I just don’t trust him,” he repeated.
“Well, with those standards, there aren’t too many politicians you can trust , ” I joked. As we pulled into my parent ’ s driveway, the car lights flashed across the garage door and the front of the house. It looked as if there were still lights on inside. It was probably my mother waiting up to see how my “date” with Brian went. Wouldn’t she be disappointed . I thought I should play with her and say I spent time with Dirt. That might actually be fun. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime. See you around town I hope , if you aren’t doing anything tomorrow, a few of us will be hanging out at Pat’s.”
“That’s a dive .” I grimaced. Pat’s was primarily a trucker bar, though it did have a certain interesting quality to it.
“It’s a different crowd now , more yuppie-feel. Anyway, think about it . I know everyone would love to see you. Good to see you , Pres.”
“Hey, you too. Glad to know who to call if I get in trouble,” I teased.
Chapter 4
A s the bright sun washed into my room, I opened my eyes a nd for a moment forgot where I was . I didn’t really care, as long as I could get some more sleep. I closed my eyes ag ain and rolled over, hugging my pillow and snuggling down, in anticipation of at least a few more minutes of sleep. I’d been having a wonderful dream about a beach, a parade of good-looking men, and me in a size-four bikini . I wanted it to continue.
“Get up , lazy head! Breakfast is on the table!” My mother yelled up the stairs.
I sat up and was quickly jolted into th e reality that I was home. Not in my own home, but rather my parents’ home. Arg . I flopped b ack down on the bed and shut my eyes again, willing my self to go back to sleep and to dream of anywhere but here. I wasn’t sure I was ready to face the world this morning — a common anxiety for me , especially before coffee. There was a brief moment of silence before I heard the noises of the coffee maker and smelled the rich aroma of coffee and homemade waffles winding its way up to my room. Mmmm… heaven. Now this was motivation to get up. It was almost wort h getting up this early. I wasn’t my best in the morning, so I tried to avoid early mornings as much as possible.
“Come on,”
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