Patsy didn’t say anything and went into the living room like she was in a daze. Marsha followed her.
“Love your flowers,” said Marsha.
Patsy was barely able to say, “Thank you.”
“I’m sure you realize anyone working in the Command Center has to be vetted by the secret Service.”
Patsy nodded her head. She was wringing her hands.
“How long have you lived here?”
“Seven months.”
“Do you mind if we look around?”
“Look around?” said Patsy glancing at the man.
“Of course not. We have nothing to hide,” said the man from across the room.
Sandra Clark moved towards the hallway.
“The bedroom is a mess,” said the man.
“That’s okay, we’re not on a housekeeping inspection,” said Clark.
“Now, on your application you’re from Berkeley, California. Is that correct?” said Marsha as she removed he
