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that he quickly hid. “Me, I just like to get other people
excited about an intellectual idea.”
“You didn’t say what you teach.”
“U.S. History and Government.”
“Ahh.” He took a sip of coffee.
She eyed him with suspicion. “What’s that supposed
to mean?”
“I said ‘ah.’ I acknowledged your answer.”
“No, you didn’t. You said, Ahh.” She imbued the
sound with a thousand shades of meaning.
“Okay.” He set his coffee cup down. “I was thinking
that I could see you getting fired up about justice
and the wisdom of our founding fathers and the
balance of powers.”
“You sound so cynical,” she said, surprised. “Is that
because of Iraq?”
He looked back at her without expression. “Iraq?
What’s that have to do with anything?”
“Don’t do that,” Fiona exclaimed in exasperation.
His dark brows rose in what was becoming a typical
response. “Do what?”
“Go blank. Do you do that when you don’t want to
think about something?”
She’d actually caught him off guard. He looked
startled and perhaps perturbed. “I don’t know.”
“I wasn’t trying to get you to talk about Iraq. I mean,
not your experiences. I meant more in a political sense.
All the debate about Bush’s motives and whether the administration
was honest…”
“I thought all Americans got cynical after Watergate.”
She flapped a hand. “Watergate wasn’t any worse