“Let’s go to the sitting room,” Mrs. Ledbetter said. “Congressman, I’ll take your coat. Boys, come along, and bring your little friend.”
“He’s not our little friend, Mom. Jesus!”
“Okay,” she said. “Bring my future grandson into the sitting room, if you please, Jackie. And you’ll never guess who stopped by to see you.”
“Who?” Jackson asked suspiciously.
“He’s waiting in the sitting room. I told him you’d be back soon. That young man you used to date. Mack, I think his name is. Lives over on the other side of the Hill. His father runs that Tronoco Corporation thingy, whatever it is. Chemicals. Metals. Heaven knows. He’s the CEO.”
Jackson shot me a worried glance, as if trying to determine whether I remembered who “Mack” was.
Boy, I remembered. How could I ever forget? Something in my b
