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."That's right.Will you make popcorn?"I took a knee so I was at her eye level.I put a hand on either shoulder."Honey," I said, "Daddy has to go out tonight."No reaction."I'm sorry, sweetie."I waited for the tears."Can Estelle watch it with me?""Sure, honey.""And she can make popcorn?""Of course.""Cool."Td been hoping for a little crestfallen.No go.Cara skipped away.I looked at Bob.He looked at me as if to say, Kids – what can you do? "Inside," I said, gesturing toward my daughter."On the inside, she's really crushed."Bob laughed as my cell phone buzzed.The read-out simply said, New Jersey, but I recognized the number and felt a little jolt.I picked it up and said, "Hello?""Nice job today, All-Star.""Mr.Governor," I said."That's not correct.""Excuse me?""Mr.Governor.You would properly address the President of the United States as Mr.President, but governors are addressed as either Governor or by their last name, for example, Governor Stallion or Governor Chick Magnet.""Or," I said, "how about Governor Anal Compulsive.""There's that."I smiled.During my freshman year at Rutgers, I first met (now Governor) Dave Markie at a party.He intimidated me.I was the immigrant's son.His father was a United States senator.But that was the beauty of college.It is made for strange bedfellows.We ended up be coming close friends.Dave's critics could not help but notice this friendship when he appointed me to my current post as Essex County prosecutor.The guv shrugged and pushed me through.I had gotten very good press already, and at the risk of caring about what I shouldn't care about, today should have helped my possible bid for a congressional seat."So, big day, no? You da man.Woo hoo.Go, Cope, go, Cope, it's your birthday.""Trying to appeal to your hip-hop constituency?""Trying to understand my teenage daughter.Anyway, congrats.""Thanks.""I'm still no-commenting this case to death.""I’ve never heard you say no-comment in your life.""Sure you have, just in creative ways: I believe in our judicial system, all citizens are innocent until proven guilty, the wheels of justice will turn, I am not judge and jury, we should wait for all the facts to come in.""Clichй as no comment." "Clichй as no comment and every comment," he corrected."So how is everything, Cope?" "Fine.""You dating?""Some.""Dude, you're single.You're good-looking.You got some money in the bank.Do you see where I'm going with this?" "You're subtle, Dave, but I think I can follow." Dave Markie had always been a lady slayer.He was okay-looking, but the man had a gift for pick-up that could be conservatively called dazzling.He had that sort of charisma where he made every woman feel as though she was the most beautiful and fascinating person in the world.It was all an act.He just wanted to nail them.Nothing but.Still, I had never seen anybody better at picking up women.Dave was married now, of course, had two polished children, but I had little doubt that there was some side action.Some men can't help it.It is instinctive and primitive.The idea of Dave Markie not hitting on a woman was simply anathema."Good news," he said."I'm coming up to Newark.""What for?""Newark is the largest city in my state, that's why, and I value all my constituents." "Uh-huh." "And I want to see you.It's been too long.""I'm kinda busy with this case.""You can't make time for your governor?""What's up, Dave?""It involves what we talked about before."My possible congressional run."Good news?" I said."No."Silence."I think there's a problem," he said."What kind of problem?"His voice switched back to jovial."Could be nothing, Cope.We'll talk.Let's make it your office.Say, lunchtime?" "Okay." "Get those sandwiches.From that place on Brandford." "Hobby's." "Exactly.The fully dressed turkey breast on homemade rye.Get yourself one too.See you then."Lucy Gold's office building was the otherwise-lovely quad's resident eyesore, a seventies "mod" structure that was supposed to look futuristic but somehow looked dated three years after completion.The rest of the quad edifices were handsome brick that begged for more ivy.I parked in the lot in the southwest corner.I tilted the rearview mirror and then, to paraphrase Springsteen, I checked my look in that mirror and wanted to change my clothes, mohair, my face.I parked and walked across the commons.I passed a dozen students.The girls were much prettier than I remembered, but that was probably my aging.I nodded at them as I walked by.They didn't nod back.When I went to college there was a guy in my class who was thirty-eight years old.He'd gone to the military and skipped getting his BA.I remembered how he stuck out on campus because he looked so goddamn old.That was my age now.Hard to fathom.I was the same age as that seemingly old geezer.I continued to think such inane thoughts because they helped me ignore where I was going.I wore an untucked white dress shirt, blue jeans, blue blazer, Ferragamo loafers without socks.Mr.Casual Chic.When I approached the building, I could actually feel my body shaking.I scolded myself.I was a grown man.I had been married.I was a father and a widower.I had last seen this woman more than half my life ago.When do we grow out of this?I checked the directory, even though Lucy had told me that her office was on the third floor, door B.There it was.Professor Lucille Gold.Three-B.I managed to press the right button in the elevator.I turned left when I got out on the third floor, even though the sign with the "A-E" had an arrow pointing right.I found her door.There was a sign-up sheet with her office hours.Most of the time slots were taken.There was also a class schedule and something about when assignments were due.I almost breathed into my hand and smelled it, but I was already working a peppermint Altoid.I knocked, two sharp raps with the knuckles.Confident, I thought.Manly.God, I'm pathetic."Come in."Her voice made my stomach drop.I opened the door and stepped into the room.She stood near the window.The sun was still out, and a shadow cut across her.She was still damn beautiful.I took the hit and stayed where I was.For a moment we just stood there, fifteen feet apart, neither moving."How’s the lighting?" she said."Excuse me?""I was trying to figure out where to be.You know, when you knocked.Do I answer the door? Nah, too much of an early close-up.Do I stay at my desk with a pencil in my hand? Should I look up at you over my half-moon reading glasses? Anyway, I had a friend of mine help me test out all the angles.He thought I looked best with this one-across the room, the shade half drawn."I smiled."You look terrific.""So do you.How many outfits did you try on?""Only this one," I said."But I've been told in the past its my A-game look.You?" "I tried on three blouses
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