12-29-2017, 11:33 PM
He slipped away, and she barely noticed. Was she really going to do this? The prospect terrified and excited her simultaneously. How would she announce it? What would her constituency say? It didn't really matter, she realized. If it all came to pass and the United States ceased to exist, then re-election campaigns weren't a concern.
She licked her lips nervously and watched him pace. When the lights were thrown to the fireplace, the sudden warmth was welcome in Nikolai's absence. She already missed him, despite the fact he paced right in front of her. Had she made a mistake turning him down? No. Doubt would get her nothing now. Her principles were strong and he adapted to comply with them. Her principles would guide her just as Jesus did.
The only sound in the room was the crackling fire. Even Nikolai's footsteps were silent. They'd discarded their shoes in their haste. She had no idea where hers even were. Meanwhile, she watched him think. It was actually quite fascinating now that she really looked. It wasn't difficult to guess the topic of his thoughts. He wanted them to be together, and he really did believe he held the solutions to the suffering in the world. She could be the heroine that soothed the hurting, fed the hungry and clothed the poor. It was more than anything she ever imagined to accomplish as a mere Representative. Aspirations to attain the Presidency now seemed foolish in retrospect. The United States was unlikely to even exist in another twenty years when she could even begin to consider running for that office. The economies were on the brink. Gasoline alone cost upwards of fifteen dollars a gallon in most of the country. Banks rarely administered loans and only under conditions of practical extortion. While here, in Moscow, people thrived. Why? She was looking at why.
It seemed the plan was in place. She was a little overwhelmed, not to mention tired, to think on it much more tonight. She stood and composed herself. "I think it's time I retire for the night."
No point beating around the bush. "Any idea where my shoes are?"
She licked her lips nervously and watched him pace. When the lights were thrown to the fireplace, the sudden warmth was welcome in Nikolai's absence. She already missed him, despite the fact he paced right in front of her. Had she made a mistake turning him down? No. Doubt would get her nothing now. Her principles were strong and he adapted to comply with them. Her principles would guide her just as Jesus did.
The only sound in the room was the crackling fire. Even Nikolai's footsteps were silent. They'd discarded their shoes in their haste. She had no idea where hers even were. Meanwhile, she watched him think. It was actually quite fascinating now that she really looked. It wasn't difficult to guess the topic of his thoughts. He wanted them to be together, and he really did believe he held the solutions to the suffering in the world. She could be the heroine that soothed the hurting, fed the hungry and clothed the poor. It was more than anything she ever imagined to accomplish as a mere Representative. Aspirations to attain the Presidency now seemed foolish in retrospect. The United States was unlikely to even exist in another twenty years when she could even begin to consider running for that office. The economies were on the brink. Gasoline alone cost upwards of fifteen dollars a gallon in most of the country. Banks rarely administered loans and only under conditions of practical extortion. While here, in Moscow, people thrived. Why? She was looking at why.
It seemed the plan was in place. She was a little overwhelmed, not to mention tired, to think on it much more tonight. She stood and composed herself. "I think it's time I retire for the night."
No point beating around the bush. "Any idea where my shoes are?"