It was the job of a politician to have a good memory. It was the job of the wife of a politician to have an even better one as to remind said dear politician of the names that go with faces. Meagan was left to her own devices, but her expertise didn't dissolve without the extended company as she squinted for a moment at the man approaching the bar towards her direction. The memory was plucked, the name recalled, the reason why flooding in, along with the tobacco scent that triggered it all.
"I thought the last time we spoke," she stated after she took a breath from her side, "you would work on quitting that awful habit. Believe me, it’ll prove to be much more dangerous than bullets."
@jack-seo









