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is going for me these days.тАЭ
тАЬOh youтАЩre doing fine. YouтАЩre PhilтАЩs gold standard. But look, if now isnтАЩt a good timeтАжтАЭ

тАЬNo no, JoeтАЩs asleep on my back. ItтАЩs fine. IтАЩm still just kind of freaked out.тАЭ

тАЬSure, I can imagine. Listen we can do it later, although I must say we do need to get this thing staffed
out soon or else Phil might get caught short. Dr. StrangeloveтАЭтАФthis was their name for the PresidentтАЩs
science advisorтАФтАЬhas been asking to see our draft too.тАЭ

тАЬI know, okay talk to me. I can tell you what I think anyway.тАЭ

So for a while as he walked he listened to Roy read sentences from his draft, and then discussed with
him the whys and wherefores, and possible revisions. Roy had been PhilтАЩs chief of staff ever since Wade
Norton hit the road and became an advisor in absentia, and after his years of staffing for the House
Resources Committee (called the Environment Committee until the Gingrich Congress renamed it), he
was deeply knowledgeable, and sharp too; one of CharlieтАЩs favorite people. And Charlie himself was so
steeped now in the climate bill that he could see it all in his head, indeed it helped him now just to hear it,
without the print before him to distract him. As if someone were telling him a bedtime story.

Eventually, however, some question of RoyтАЩs couldnтАЩt be resolved without the text before him. тАЬSorry.
IтАЩll call you back when I get home.тАЭ

тАЬOkay but donтАЩt forget, we need to get this finished.тАЭ

тАЬI wonтАЩt.тАЭ

They clicked off.

His walk home took him south, down the west edge of the Bethesda Metro district, an urban
neighborhood of restaurants and apartment blocks, all ringing the hole in the ground out of which people
and money fountained so prodigiously, changing everything: streets rerouted, neighborhoods
redeveloped, a whole clutch of skyscrapers bursting up through the canopy and establishing another
purely urban zone in the endless hardwood forest.

He stopped in at Second Story Books, the biggest and best of the areaтАЩs several used bookstores. It
was a matter of habit only; he had visited it so often with Joe asleep on his back that he had memorized
the stock, and was reduced to checking the hidden books in the inner rows, or alphabetizing sections that
he liked. No one in the supremely arrogant and slovenly shop cared what he did there. It was soothing in
that sense.

Finally he gave up trying to pretend he felt normal, and walked past the auto dealer and home. There it
was a tough call whether to take the baby backpack off and hope not to wake Joe prematurely, or just
to keep him on his back and work from the bench he had put by his desk for this very purpose. The
discomfort of JoeтАЩs weight was more than compensated for by the quiet, and so as usual he kept Joe
snoozing on his back.

When he had his material open, and had read up on tidal power generation cost/benefit figures from the
UN study on same, he called Roy back, and they got the job finished. The revised draft was ready for
Phil to review, and in a pinch could be shown to Senator Winston or Dr. Strangelove.