His last day should be colder than this. The weather wasn't cooperating with the metaphor on his first day, either.

Josh is at the table when Sam walks into the dining room. On his third cup of coffee, Sam guesses.

"How are you feeling this morning, Mr. President?"

"I don't know," he says, taking a seat. "Maybe if I had a copy of my speech to go with my breakfast--"

Josh shakes his head. "Nothing to worry about."

There's a full minute before Josh tries again. "Are you ready, Sam?"

"No. But I know enough to know that doesn't matter."

08/19/03

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