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George Tobias
“I’ll get it, Alice. You can’t very well answer the phone when you’re kneading bread dough,” George said, picking up the phone.
“Senator, Chet McPhearson. I bear tidings of great joy.”
“I’m all ears, Chet.”
“I’d prefer we talk person to person. I’m in White Plains. I can be in your place in minutes.”
“Okay. Coffee’s on.” He remembered that Chet drank Cola for breakfast after he hung up. “Alice do we have Coke or Pepsi in the fridge?”
“I’m sure we do.”
“Agent McPhearson’s on his way here. I’ll be in the study when he comes.” He topped off his coffee and carried it to the study. Pepsi for breakfast turned his thoughts to Amara. How could he have thoroughly misjudged her? They had established such a comfortable rapport. In so little time. What did it say about his pow
