WEEK 215 / 337 — The Perfect Call
THE PROSECUTOR TAKES THE CHAIR AT LAST. THE MAN TWO YEARS OF DREAD WERE BUILT AROUND IS OLD, HALTING AND TIRED.
“TRUTH IS A FORCE OF NATURE!”
I would like to thank the Democrats for holding this morning’s hearing. Now, after 3 hours, Robert Mueller has to subject himself to #ShiftySchiff -…
“NO COLLUSION, NO OBSTRUCTION, TOTAL EXONERATION. DEMOCRAT WITCH HUNT!”
THE VERY NEXT MORNING, IN AN EMPTY ROOM, HE LIFTS A TELEPHONE AND CALLS A YOUNG PRESIDENT IN THE EAST. NO CHRONICLER MARKS THE HOUR.
“KEEP AMERICA GREAT!”
THE HUNT IS DEAD; THE FIELD IS HIS. HE DOES NOT YET KNOW THAT THE WAR WHICH ENDS HIM BEGAN THIS MORNING, IN A CALL HE WILL CALL PERFECT. — END OF VOLUME THREE.
TO BE CONTINUED →
This week in the saga
The prosecutor takes the chair at last, and the man the realm feared for two years turns out to be old, halting and tired. Three hours in, he thanks his enemies for the hearing — and for what it has just cost them. The shadow that has followed him since the raid finally comes apart, and he says the four words he has waited two years to say. The next morning, in an empty room, he picks up a telephone and calls a young president in the east. Nothing about it looks like a battle. He stands alone on an empty field at dawn, victorious at last, with a single thin cable running out of the frame behind him.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 215. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…