XTheodore Roosevelt Maguire did not look at Justine as he walked by. “I told Lenor,” who was following him, “to give you anything you need.” He kept walking away.
That almost gave Duchane whiplash. “What was that?” She asked.
“How are you feeling young lady?” The matronly woman asked maternally, standing in front of the younger woman’s cluttered desk.
“Did he just say what we think he did?” They watched the defeated man disappear.
“Yes he did.” The political columnist crossed her arms.
“I’m fine. No injuries. I know what this,” she scoffed. “Another ploy to get in my pants,” Lenor shook her head.
“Not this time, anything you need after last night, just ask.” Justine scratched her elbow.
“How do you know?” she asked.
“Do you know how long I’ve known the men in that family?” The youn
