![]() ![]() I close my eyes and duck my head upon hearing the news, the sense of loss overwhelming me.ĪND MATTHEW IS HOW I’VE THOUGHT OF YOU FOR YEARSĮver since I started working full time, my days seem to have gotten longer and my evenings shorter. And as he announces the name of the next President of the United States of America, Matt’s gaze locks with mine. He informs the room that the count is in. The dog raises his head on alert as Mark walks into the room, breathless, eyes wide, as if he cannot believe whatever it is that just happened-or is happening. I watch Jack, his warm puppy eyes and lightly wagging tail, to avoid looking at him. Of my lips circling the same cigarette that was on his lips. Leaving Jack on the couch, he restlessly stalks across the room and takes a seat beside his campaign manager by the window, and he lights a cigarette. ![]() ![]() I simply know if the results are not what he hoped for, he won’t want that cool champagne sitting there, a reminder of his loss. I know that’s not the case, instinctively. Everyone was surprised, they all felt that it meant Matt thought they’d lost the election. Matt asked one of the campaign aides to remove it from the room. There was even a bottle of champagne being chilled. ![]()
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