North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

” Phil said, his voice a slow, measured drawl that sounded like it belonged in a courtroom. “Mind if I join you for a moment?”

“Please, Senator,” I said, moving my water glass to make room.

He sat down opposite me, his eyes scanning the cafeteria before settling on my face. “Ralph told me he spoke with you this morning about your thirty years with the continue reading …