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�Until you get some kind of schooling situation sorted out for Meredith you�re gonna have to because, as understanding as I�m sure everyone would be, I seriously doubt that an eight year old wants to spend the day at the White House,� Donna said.
Sam hung his head. �Toby�s gonna kill me.�
�If this was your kid that suddenly showed up after eight years, maybe, but this is your niece and you can write from home, send things in by e-mail or courier; make periodic stops at the office to keep things going. Toby will understand, though. He�ll yell, and he�ll probably resent the hell out of you, but a lot of that is because of everything with him and Congressman Wyatt.�
�What everything?� Sam frowned.
Donna smirked. �See. I know everything. Now go get started on sorting out that office. I�ll be back in half an hour, okay?�
Sam nodded and stood up. They hadn�t eaten much, and he didn�t want all the food to go to waste, so he put all the take-out in the fridge before heading to his office. It was a mess. He rarely worked from home, and if he did he did it in the living room because he had always felt that working from home wasn�t really working from home if you did it at a desk. So the office had become a catch-all for everything and anything that he didn�t want, need, use, or have room for anywhere else.
By the time Donna returned CJ was there and Toby was pulling up in a cab. �Bringing my ex-wife into this charade was low, Donna,� Toby said as they walked up the steps to Sam�s townhouse.
�I simply told Sam to tell you that I know everything. If he chose to give an example, which he didn�t even have the full story on, it wasn�t my doing,� Donna said innocently.
�I loathe you,� Toby growled.
�You love me and you know it,� Donna shot back before pushing the door open. �Thanks for helping me bring the boxes in, by the way,� she added sarcastically.
Toby shot her a glare but reached out and took the majority of the flattened cardboard boxes from the stack Donna was carrying. �How the hell did you find out anything about Andie and me?�
�The night after the first State of the Union I found you sobbing in your office after everyone else had gone home. You were drunk, I asked what was wrong� and you told me,� Donna said. �I didn�t tell Sam, I swear. I didn�t tell anyone. It�s not my thing. And I�m not going to tell you that I�m here if you ever need to talk, �cause you and I both know that that�s never gonna happen, but I need you to know that I never told anyone and, unless you say otherwise, I�m not going to say a word. All Sam knows is that I know something that happened between you and the Congressman.�