Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

” I said.

He offered a small, sad smile and extended his right hand toward me.

“Thank you for your years of service, Eleanor,” he said, his grip firm.

“We could not have kept the files straight without your discipline.”

“You are welcome, Peter,” I said, releasing his hand.

“I hope the appellate court finds the clarity they need in those papers.”

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