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A peek inside

Two large men in off-the-rack suits stood waiting for him on the sidewalk.  Startled by this human wall, Bernard’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.

“Mr. Wouk?” the broader of the barriers asked.



The man withdrew a packet from his coat pocket and flipped it open for a moment in front of Bernard.  “Secret Service, Mr. Wouk.  Would you mind stepping into the car?”  He motioned toward the open door of a monstrous vehicle.


“What’s this about?”


“In the car, please, sir.”


“Where are we going?”


“To see the president, Mr. Wouk.”

Soon they were passing through the White House gates.  “You weren’t kidding,” he addressed the communicator.

“No, we don’t kid.”

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