"WILHELM, KATE - JUSTICE FOR SOME" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilhelm Kate)

and white and green in the dining room. The walls were stark white that
showed off the Navaho rugs hanging on them, and the copper plates and
shields... The rear of the house overlooked the valley and from here it
seemed that Pendleton huddled so close to the Columbia River it was in
danger of tumbling into the water and drowning.

The Columbia was so blue it looked uncanny, so still it looked painted.

When Dirk arrived minutes later, he was carrying a paper bag with a
bottle of wine; condensation had turned the bag into a pulpy mess. "Oh
well," he said, laughing as he peeled bits of sodden paper away from the
bottle. "Not the suave entrance I was planning, but what the hell." He
opened the bottle and poured, and they took their glasses to the living
room where they sat near the wide windows. "Real nice," he said. "Very
nice indeed."

Sarah sipped her wine and waited. It didn't take long.

With a decisive motion, Dirk set his glass down on a low table and said,
"You don't need the beauty shop.

You look just fine. We're all impressed very much, Sarah. That's the
word."

"We who?" He shrugged. "Look, I know you said in the beginning that this
was temporary, you accepted the responsibility of finishing Blaine's
term. We all understood that this was an interim appointment, and
everyone was grateful. But it's gone way beyond gratitude, Sarah, way
beyond that. You're one hell of a judge."

In spite of herself, she felt a warmth on her cheeks.

She looked down at the glass in her hand. "Thank you, Drk."

"Sarah, we want you to run in November."

She looked up in surprise then. "I'm not a politician, Dirk. I told you
that. I hate the whole idea of campaigning, of trying to sell myself.

Shaking hands with everyone, smiling at everyone, saying the right
things all the time, being circumspect every second of my life.

It's ... it's not for me. I hated it when Blaine did it and I had to go
along sometimes. I despised it all. And I'm very bad at it. I don't
remember names, and I say the wrong things." Helplessly she shook her
head.

"Sarah, hear me out," Dirk said. "We chose Blaine, you know. Every step
of his career was planned after a certain point. He had everything going
for him. Yale Law School, private practice, prosecuting attorney