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experience, and then district attorney, and finally county judge. Like a
neat ladder without a missing rung. The next step was to run for state
judge in November, and then after another year or so be appointed to the
Ninth District federal judiciary. That was the plan, Sarah."

"What do you mean, plan? Whose plan? Blaine made those choices, he
decided to run for the judgeship..."

State judge? He had not mentioned that at any time.

"He had guidance and advice every step of the way," Dirk said flatly.

"Believe me, he had help. And then he died in that accident. And one day
we realized that whatever Blaine had, you have double in spades. Except
for the prosecuting experience, but you handled a private practice that
included a lot of plaintiffs, as well as defendants. Your grades were
higher than his. Your win record was better than his. And you had two
kids to look out for. If you were black and in a wheelchair, it would be
heaven." He flashed a grin, then added, "But, Sarah, I kid you not, you
are one hell of a judge.

You've made a lot of friends; others have noticed even if you're not
keeping score."

She felt as if she had wandered into a mire that threatened to drag her
under. What made it even more ridiculous, she thought, was that she
could recognize what he was doing, where the traps were, and yet her
familiarity with the game was of no help whatever. This was how Blaine
used to get his way: he would propose something, and if she protested,
he would come back at it from a different angle, over and over until he
won.

"Why don't you listen to me?" she said. "I told you I can't campaign. I
won't campaign."

"You campaign every time you open your mouth," Dirk said, and picked up
his wine glass, drank. "When's the last time you turned down an
invitation to talk to a school group? A college assembly, or a class? A
local meeting for whatever cause comes along? How many committees are
you on? How many hours a week do you put in? You're already campaigning,
Sarah, whatever you call it.

That's all campaigning is, you know.

It's getting out there and selling something, and for most of us all
we've got is ourselves, but you've got the law, and some kind of
integrity that shows, and wisdom that shows."

She realized she was staring at him fixedly. She had found herself
believing him, accepting his words, and that was the real trap, she