It was a quiet morning at the office. Mary and Mitch made it to the office early that morning. They were having their usual coffee and pastry breakfast in their own tables. Mary glanced at Mitch as she sipped her coffee. She put her tall cup down and looked at Mitch.
“Mitch,” Mary started.
“Yes, Mary?” Mitch said.
“How is Candice?” Mary asked. Mitch has confided in her about how Candice had been doing. Mitch had been working with Candice when she experienced a traumatic event at the Mazza Gallerie. Candice was never the same when Mitch took her home that afternoon. She had difficulty stepping out of the house. The number of accumulated UPS boxes from online shopping only got higher, the last time Mary asked about Candice.
Mitch became very
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Miss Aniza is a citizen of Iraq, visiting the United States to watch the International Soccer Championship match. Miss Aniza, you seem to be tense. What is it that you want to tell the good people at the US Consulate?”
Shada was a bit out of breath. She was clearly fearful of her surroundings. She looked straight into the camera.
“I am Shada Aniza. I am from Iraq and I want to defect to the United States of America,”
Mary found it strange that the interview with the young Iraqi woman would be that important. She turned down the volume.
“Uh, John, did Howard mention why this would concern the Senator’s office in any way?” Mary said.
“There’s more,” John said as he turned up the volume.
“I am asking Miss Mary Garber to help me. Waleed Nabil Asghar is my uncle. Help me as you helped him. My uncle knows my suffering. I deserve to be live safely in the United States like my uncle. Please, Miss Garner.”
There was a moment of silence in the office. Mitch and John looked at Mary.
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Driving on the way home, Mary’s phone rang.
“Hi, Mary!” Coleen said as she started packing the picnic basket. “We’re having a late picnic. I was wondering if you want to join
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She decided to make a stop and get a couple of pies for the picnic.
“Dumbarton Oaks,” Coleen said. “Don’t worry. We’ll leave when it gets dark.”
“Okay,” Mary said. “I’ll call you when I get there. I just need to make a few stops.”
“We’ll be expecting you, then! See you!” Coleen said. She hung up and continued filling the picnic basket with food and utensils. “Mom! I think we’re good to go!”
“Just loaded the wine and kombucha in the car,” Aiden said. Aiden then whispered to Coleen. “Can’t we just take soda and beer?”
“I don’t think mom is gonna let us drink those,” Coleen whispered back. “And if you want to be on her good side, you’re going to drink your fermented drinks like mother’s milk.”
“Well, I was a formula baby, so,” Aiden whispered. “I wouldn’t know much about mother’s milk.”
The two started tickling each other when Kate entered the kitchen. Aiden quickly took the basket.
“I’ll bring this to the car, too,” Aiden said.
“What did Mary say?” Kate said as Aiden zipped out of the kitchen.
“She said she will call us when she arrives at Dumbarton Oaks,” Coleen said. “Relax, mom. She will like what we have in those