Chapter 23

Boy, I remembered. How could I ever forget? Something in my belly tightened into an uncomfortable knot.

“Come along, Congressman,” Mrs. Ledbetter said, leading the way into the house.

“Eunice, this is very kind of you,” Fordheim said.

“Nonsense!” she exclaimed. “If we’re going to get snowed in, I can’t think of a finer man to be snowed in with. We can discuss your opposition to legalizing marijuana. I really do think you should change your mind on that particular matter. Not that I’ve ever smoked the stuff, but I’d much rather see our young people getting stoned and giggling at cartoons than see them drunk and killing people behind the wheel. Don’t you agree? And if only for its medicinal value—I would have thought you’d seen that straight off, Congressman. I’d like to think that we’re a progressive people in this part of the world.”

She swept into the sitting room.