Julian stands up and shakes Josh's hand, then tightens his grip and leans in. "This is a dangerous one," he says softly. "It's different. The language is broad, unclear -- it'll castrate any political power the Stonewall Dems and the Log Cabin crowd have gained in the past twenty years. Why should we let them have this fight?"
"Because there are more of them than us," Josh says, and Julian's face splits into a grin. He lets go of Josh's hand.
"Thanks for the meeting, Mister Lyman," he says, and picks up his briefcase. He casts a glance over his shoulder as he goes through the door, and Josh catches a smile crinkling the corner of Julian's eyes, and then he's calling out a good afternoon to Donna and his footsteps are fading away.
And that's when Josh realizes it: he's been played like a tin horn. Julian Lodge, the greenie, the weiner dog to Josh's Doberman, has schooled Josh at his own game. He barks out a surprised laugh, then drums his knuckles on his desk, laughs again. "Donna," he shouts. She rolls her chair to the doorway. "Get me Congressman Skinner on the phone, would you?"
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this is all your fault, pt 3/7
Date: 2006-05-14 10:30 pm (UTC)"Because there are more of them than us," Josh says, and Julian's face splits into a grin. He lets go of Josh's hand.
"Thanks for the meeting, Mister Lyman," he says, and picks up his briefcase. He casts a glance over his shoulder as he goes through the door, and Josh catches a smile crinkling the corner of Julian's eyes, and then he's calling out a good afternoon to Donna and his footsteps are fading away.
And that's when Josh realizes it: he's been played like a tin horn. Julian Lodge, the greenie, the weiner dog to Josh's Doberman, has schooled Josh at his own game. He barks out a surprised laugh, then drums his knuckles on his desk, laughs again. "Donna," he shouts. She rolls her chair to the doorway. "Get me Congressman Skinner on the phone, would you?"