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water to steady myself.
    “Well, I was always going to go into journalism. That’s rather boring.” He eased back in his seat. “How you got to the White House is a far more interesting story.”
    “I really don’t think it’s interesting at all. It’s sort of by inertia that I’m here.”
    “Inertia? What do you mean?”
    “A body in motion stays in motion along a straight line, right?”
    “So you started doing one thing—working for James Logan—and didn’t stop?”
    “Pretty much. I was in school at UT for a couple of years—”
    “UT?” He cocked his head. “Ah. The University of Texas.”
    “Exactly. You remember now.” I chuckled.
    He laughed as well, but his eyes locked on mine again. I noticed the brown in them shown against his green tie. His tone softened a bit. “Oh, I remember.”
    He remembered. He remembered what? UT? Or did he mean something else? Not wanting to dwell on what was most likely a very insignificant sentence, I started to babble. “When I was a sophomore at UT, Mom remarried. His name is Bill Delano, and he’s a successful school superintendent. He really turned around the Houston schools, so he got the opportunity to move to take over the Los Angeles school system. He and Mom moved to California while I was in college. I decided to transfer to the University of Chicago, near my dad. That’s where I started interning with President Logan when he was a state senator. He was friends with my dad.”
    “When did you practice your Spanish?”
    “The Peace Corps.”
    “Really?”
    “It was actually at President Logan’s urging. After college, I’d been working for him in the governor’s press office for a few years. He suggested I go in the Corps, so I joined and was in Mexico for two years. I came back to work for him afterward.”
    “So you were in the Peace Corps.” He leaned forward as if I’d surprised him. “I thought you wanted to go to law school.”
    “I always expected to—my dad pretty much demanded it, but once I was working in politics, I didn’t want to. President Logan had been in the Corps when he was young and recommended it. For me, it was an amazing experience.”
    “What made you want to live out of the country?”
    “The time was right for a break. Mom was in California, and Dad had married his long-term girlfriend, Michelle. Anyway, it felt like it was time for me to do something on my own.” I chuckled. “And it was only Mexico. It’s right next door. I got to go back home during the year, and both my parents came to visit.”
    “Hmm. I don’t remember Sylvia ever saying you lived in Mexico.”
    My heart skipped a beat. I always wondered how much Adam’s sister told him about me. It wasn’t like she knew that much, but even though I hadn’t seen her in years, we were pen pals. Did she show Adam my Christmas cards? Had he wanted to keep track of me?
    I searched his eyes, looking for an answer, and said, “I kept my apartment in Chicago as my permanent mailing address since I was coming back there anyway.”
    “So your time in Mexico is where you got your impeccable Spanish?”
    “I wouldn’t call it impeccable. It’s really only passable, but it’s enough to get me around.”
    “Antonio seemed impressed.”
    “That’s because I have an Oaxacan accent. He’s from there.” I smiled. “Anyway, enough about me. Tell me about your family. I know that Sylvia is in New York.”
    “Yes, working as an editor at a publishing house specializing in art books.”
    “You know, I’ve never asked her, but does she still paint?”
    “A little. Not a lot. About halfway through art school, she said she learned enough about art to know that hers sucked compared to everyone else’s.” He raised a brow. “So now she’s a bloody critic and thinks she knows everything.”
    “Hasn’t she always been that way?” I laughed.
    “Why yes, she has.” He grinned. “And David…you remember my cousin David, don’t you?”
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