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5. Have a nice day.]
"My name is Ted. Theodore Sherrit Mosely Tighlman.
TSMT. Teddy.
"'Yeah, whatever,' most people might say.
Yeah. 'A Gold Coastie rookie Senator sitting on his lawn
next to the pool with his martini reading the Wall Street
Journal on a late summer afternoon after the return
commute from Washington.' Then in that sort of voice
people put on when they're imitating someone and they
want you to _know_ it, say, 'Yep! Yep! Campaign's not
going so darned well. Damn Democrats back in office!'
"I may have gone to boarding school and
attended Yale, but I've seen some things."
It was true. Ted certainly looked like he had
never even so much as touched someone who wasn't
Talbot County's unofficial aristocracy or their back-and-
forth relatives from Philadelphia's Mainline.
I knew differently, of course, and that was
why I was here to interview him. On the drive from the
_Washington Post_ I had been given all the details. This
one was a real scoop. Catching the Congressman with his
pants down.
Oldest story in the newspaper of American History.
History repeats itself. I had the latest bit of
the cycle in my briefcase right now. Pictures of 'Teddy'
getting it up the ass in a New York loft. A
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