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MY GUESTBOOK
Ronna nodded slowly. �And� what happened earlier��
�One of the things Donna needs you to watch for,� I nodded. �Do you know how I can reach her? She�s the only one who can really deal with him when he�s like this.�
�Turn around and go to her desk. She just got back from her meeting with Mrs. Santos,� Ronna said.
I spun around and smiled when I saw Donna standing at her desk, looking so together and so comfortable in her own skin. �Thanks, Ronna,� I said before heading over to Donna. �Hey, stranger.�
�Sam!� Donna beamed, dropping her hat, scarf, and gloves on her keyboard and coming around her desk. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me with all her strength, which is a lot because, as Josh says, she is freakishly strong. �I�m so glad you�re here,� she said softly before pulling back and looking between me and Josh�s office, her eyes filled with a question she didn�t want to ask. I nodded and she sighed softly. �You got time for lunch?� she asked.
�I�ve always got time for you,� I replied.
There was a small caf� that we all used to go to when everything at the office caved in on us and we needed to escape for an hour or so. It was never that busy, most of their revenue coming from delivery or take-out orders, and no one really cared that we were who we were and that we did what we did. Donna was the one who discovered it, six weeks into our first term when even she couldn�t spend another second with Josh.
Which made it a very appropriate place for what we were about to talk about.
�How bad?� Donna asked without preamble after the waitress took our orders.
�As far as I could tell all the windows were intact, but the staff might be planning a revolt. That kid, the writer, is probably scarred for life.�
Donna frowned. �He yelled at Otto?�
�Yelled at is a generous term for what Josh did,� I said. I hated being the one to tell Donna how far gone Josh really was, but she couldn�t help Josh unless she knew the truth, and I was the only one around who knew the signs that Donna needed to look for.
�Was it like Christmas� when he yelled at President Bartlet, or was it a whole new thing?�