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MY GUESTBOOK
Sara and I had lunch together two or three times a week. Sometimes I wondered if it was her way of making sure that I stopped to eat during the day, though I�d never vocalized that thought. I�m not a stupid man, after all.
Our favourite place was a little caf� that was conveniently ten minutes from my office and five minutes from hers. The coffee was amazing and a quarter of the price of Starbucks, the food was eclectic and delicious, and it was never too busy and loud for conversations to be held without raising your voices.
For once I was early and I was debating between the turkey salad sandwich and the vegetable gumbo when Sara sat down across from me, a file in her hand and a determined smile on her face.
�Hey,� I said, lowering my menu.
�Hey,� she replied before handing me the file. �Look at these.�
�What am I looking at?� I asked as she opened her own menu. Sara shot me a look that clearly said �see for yourself� and, seeing how I didn�t want an argument at the moment, I did just that. After reading over the first few paragraphs I closed the file and stared at her. �Sara, seriously, how much work have you done this morning?�
�I worked, Samuel,� Sara said. I cringed. She only used my full name when I was in trouble. �I had some people at the firm pull that stuff. I thought it might help you make up your mind about the Deputy Chief of Staff offer.�
�Pull this from where?� I asked, ignoring her push to make a decision. I�d only been thinking about the offer for a little over twenty-four hours, after all.
Sara rolled he eyes and sighed heavily. �I called the Santos office and spoke to a woman named Donna. She seemed very eager to get you to go back to DC, by the way.�
�That would be Donna Moss. She�s one of my best friends,� I said.
�The spokesperson,� Sara said, putting it all together. When she first saw me cutting out all of Donna�s clippings and taping her briefings she had teased me about having a crush on the young blonde press secretary, a slightly jealous accusation that just made me laugh. �Well, anyway, I talked to her and she faxed over some of Santos� legislation that they�ve been keeping quiet until the first one hundred days, whatever that means.�
Though she was a registered Democrat and kept a casual following of politics, Sara was hardly up on the minutiae of the political world. �The first one hundred days of a presidency are when you have the best chance of pushing legislation through Congress,� I explained.