White House Autumn (30 page)

“Good afternoon,” Ms. Wright said, smiling.

They all sat down, and Meg resisted an urge to swing her feet onto the table and be cocky as hell. Jorge came in, and Meg decided to have coffee along with the others, in order to seem terribly mature. She would endeavor to be sly about the many sugars she put in.

“I’m very sorry about what happened,” Ms. Wright said.

Meg nodded. “Thank you. Things are much better now.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Ms. Wright uncapped her pen. “I also want to apologize about the way the interview went last time.”

“I think it was my fault,” Meg said. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at this.”

“I’d say that you’re unusually good at it.” Ms. Wright scanned her notes, then looked up with a smile. “Well. I’ll start you off easily. Tell me how you’re feeling these days.”

“Pretty good,” Meg said. Then, she grinned. “Maybe
even great.”
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