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Words On a Page
by Shelley
I am the assistant to the Deputy Chief of Staff of the United States
and he is a very busy
man. Part of my job is to simplify things for him as much as I
possibly can.
He doesn't have time for the little details. As I said, he's a very
busy man.
Hence my Christmas list.
Don't look at me like that.
I did it as a favor to him.
I mean it.
Follow my logic here.
I provided Josh with a perfectly good list of all of the things that
I wanted for Christmas.
I know that this isn't exactly his holiday, but I thought the whole
thing was pretty self-
explanatory.
You see, I was simplifying things for him. Saving him the trouble of
agonizing over what
to get me.
Yeah, I know. I can't picture him agonizing over it either. But a
girl can dream can't she?
I even gave him a theme. Skiing.
I thought it went without saying that the ski boots, and ski parka,
ski goggles, etc... really wouldn't be
of much use without the skis.
I'm not sure Josh took my list seriously.
I know he's preoccupied with everything that's going on with
Congressman Lillienfield
and the way he is coming after Leo. It's all that Margaret has been
able to talk about for
the last couple of days.
She's really worried. We all are. But it's hardest on Margaret
because she
spends so much more time with Leo than the rest of us.
Anyway, I decided to ask Josh what was going on. I knew that he
wouldn't tell me
anything substantive, but I wanted a little something to take back to
Margaret. Something
that might help ease her mind a little.
And for the record, I do not have a "you just killed my hamster"
face.
I have one face. This is it. What you see is what you get.
Josh thought I was trying to guilt him, but I wasn't. I was merely
pointing out that if one of
us were in trouble, any one of us, Leo would be the first one there
to help.
But I wasn't trying to guilt him. I think maybe his own conscience is
doing that.
So he spent part of the afternoon on a shopping outing with the
President, and then came back
and scurried into his office carrying a package.
And it wasn't even close to big enough to be a pair of skis.
A little later on, he came out of his office and handed me my gift,
then he leaned against
the doorframe while I opened it.
Talking to Danny, looking down the hall, anything to avoid actually
looking at me when I
opened it. That's the way Josh is when he gives gifts.
So anyway, I open the package and I see--The Art and Artistry of
Alpine Skiing by
Heinrich Beckengruber.
OK. Interesting choice.
At least he stayed on theme.
Then he tells me that it has a molted calf cover and original drab
boards. It really is quite
a beautiful book.
And then he hits me with the kicker. He says that he wrote a note
inside.
OK, it's just not like him to do something like this.
So I open the book and I read the amazing words he wrote to me..just
for me. I can't help it, a person can't read something like that
without starting to...
But he tells me not to get emotional. To try to maintain some kind of
decorum.
Forget it. An inscription like that deserves a hug.
It really deserves something more like...
Never mind.
It's just that so often Josh seems insensitive and unfeeling, then he
writes something like he
wrote in my book and I know that he is exactly the opposite of that.
Now everytime that I get mad at him for taking me for granted, I'm
going to think about that inscription and it's going to ruin my whole
anger buzz.
And when I hugged him, and he whispered in my ear that he meant what
he wrote, I just
about melted.
As soon as he left my cubicle, I opened the cover and reread those
amazing words.
And now I know that everything is going to be alright. Lillienfield
won't get a chance to
hurt Leo.
Josh won't allow it.
A man who would write something like he wrote to me is never, ever
going to let down a
friend.
It really is going to be a Merry Christmas after all.
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