acted as if nothing had happened between the two of them. And, if Anita didn’t know any better, it was almost like nothing had actually happened, for his eyes were blue and a normal set of teeth filled his mouth.
Yet, as the sound of the phone's dial tone filled the room, and then the voices of three powerful politicians, all Anita could think about was the way he looked in her dimly lit living room, with his shirt off and his topaz eyes. She shuddered at the memory of those intense looking teeth. She couldn’t have imagined them. She was wide awake and completely aware of herself. But if she hadn't imagined all of that, then there was no real explanation for how they had come to be. This mystery was driving her crazy.
“Okay, understood, but won’t you at least consider pushing the Russians back,” the president asserted, his voice cutting into her drowsy ponderings.
It was so quiet in that room, one could hear and pen drop.
Everyone was tuned in to whatever was happening with the Palestinians, except for Anita… and Bruce. As Anita chanced a glance at him in the back of the room, she saw that he sat with his gaze cast down and his lips clamped shut. She doubted he was even aware of what was going on the room. What was wrong with him?
What was wrong with her?
“There is absolutely nothing to fight the Russians about,” Palestinian President insisted.
“So you refuse.”
“You cannot allow them to press into your sphere of influence,” the Israeli prime minister interjected.
“Don’t act like you give a fuck about Palestinian sphere of influence,” The Palestinian President argued. “You just want to turn us against the Russians to weaken us.”
“It would not weaken you,” President Holland cut in. “In fact, with UN backing, you would be stronger than ever.”
The Israeli prime minister scoffed at this. “A powerful Palestine? That’s rich.”
“Please. You must cooperate,” President Holland pleaded.
“No.” The Israeli Prime minister snapped. “I must not trust you or the UN ever again.” With that, his line went dead.
The Palestinian president followed suit.
Holland sat down, the blood rushing to his face, and opened his binder, pretending to write something down. “Well that was a complete disaster,” he muttered to herself.
Victoria placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Not a complete disaster,” she said. “Now we know exactly what our options are.”
The President nodded, then looked up at Anita and Bruce. “You’re right. And right now, our options consist of calling an emergency meeting with the United Nations.” His stare honed in on Anita. “I assume you have something for me?”
Anita gave him a sleepy nod as she slowly went through the notes she and Bruce had awkwardly drafted just that morning.
“Good,” the President responded. “I will expect a finished draft by the end of the week so that we can schedule the conference for next weekend.”
Anita’s eyes went wide as she was filled with a million different feelings, from fear to excitement to all around irritation.
How could she possibly be expected to work with Bruce ever again?
Epilogue
Anita downed the rest of the bottle of vodka that had been in her kitchen cabinet for over a month, and then let it fall into the space between her seat and her car door.
“Jesus, Bradshaw!” Jori yelled over the loud music from the driver's seat. “What are you trying to do, become an alcoholic in one night?”
Anita shook her head, laughing at how heavy it felt. “Oh God no!” she yelled back, perhaps too loudly. “It would take more than one bad decision to make me an alcoholic.”
Jori shrugged. “I’m just saying something because I was hoping I would get a shot at that vodka.”
Anita playfully punched her best friend in the arm. “You can’t drink and drive, Jor!” she shouted. “Besides, you have to focus on the road if we’re gonna get there in one piece.”
Jori shook her head.
George Biro and Jim Leavesley