Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

taxi pulled up to the curb at the bottom of the steps, its driver honking twice.

“That is my ride to the airport,” Peter said, turning toward the steps.

“The firm is opening a new office in Richmond next month.”

“I wish you luck with it,” I said.

“Take care of yourself, Eleanor,” he said, walking down the stone steps.

He did not look back as he opened the continue reading …