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Chp. I
Friday 6:49 am
‘Well what the hell do you want me to do!’ Justin thought as his heart pumped in unison with the cadence of his
legs and arms moving back and forth.
The sun was about 15 minutes from peeking through the horizon and the cold morning air was crisp with
the smell of DC. His morning jog was Justin’s way of relaxing and getting ready for the day. He knew that once he
hit Dupont Circle he was half way through his run and off to a good start to the day.
But today, there was a tension which accompanied his jaunt. So as he turned around and started the
journey back home, all he could think about was Tyra, his wife. The strife of their latest but ongoing argument
bounced in his mind like the rubber soles of his tennis shoes bounced off the pavement.
‘I want you to stop playing games and act like we’re married,’ he heard Tyra return as every inch of his
morning run brought him closer to the woman he was supposed to be spending his life with.
‘How in the hell is having a job playing at being married,’ Justin rehashed in his mind as he passed the
local bagel shop, which they sometimes enjoyed on Saturday mornings.
‘It’s playing when that DAMN job means that you’re on the road most of the year.’ The thing he
remembered most about her reply was the way her voice almost seemed to rattle with hurt. ‘I mean, it was Ok
when I was in school, but…’
ground.
‘But what!’ He almost wanted to flinch at the way he responded to her, but still, he had to hold his
‘But it’s not enough now! You can shout all you want but that won’t change what I’m feeling,’ Tyra
returned with a voice that mirrored his tone but still wanted to seek a truce between them. ‘And I’m feeling that
something has to change…’
‘First off, I think you’re forgetting who started shouting demands,’ Justin heard himself return as he came
upon their Georgetown brownstone just in time to catch the morning paper being delivered.
Without any hesitation, Justin walked straight towards Senator Fitzgerald. “Senator Fitzgerald,” he said
while extending his hand and looking the Senator straight in the eyes.
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The grey strands starting to run through Senator Fitzgerald’s hair added a bit of distinction to the extra