Thursday, November 10, 2011
Brian has been shopping, and tonight he wears a tie of lampblack with widely staggered brilliant blue stripes. The pilot announces their imminent landing at Dulles, and she tiredly slips her feet into her high heels. It won't be a pleasant meeting with the Senator, and she tries to remember the last time it was. At least Alphonse, the driver, will have her coffee waiting, as he always does, and a reassuring smile. She glances out at the lights on the runway, so colorful against the darkness of the early morning and the asphalt, and thinks momentarily of fireworks.
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