The cab stopped and a man in a topcoat got in. With the snow falling the way it was, I didn’t mind- I was grateful just to get a cab; I only hoped he was going in the same general direction as I.
Then I did a double-take. “Mr. Pres..?”
He held up a hand. “Don’t say it.” After I gulped and nodded, he asked, “Where are you headed?”
“Arlington.
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