he said.Bucky’s uncharacteristic good cheer, coupled with the bleak looks I got from of the rest of my colleagues, stopped me in my tracks.Cyan met my eyes. “What are the bruises from?” she asked, pointing to her own forehead as she stared at mine.“Altercation with a camera,” I said. “Long story. What’s going on?”She then glanced over to Henry, who turned away. Marcel appeared to be muttering to himself as he worked at a floral sculpture made entirely of sugar. Bucky whistled. It was the happiest I’d ever seen him.“What happened?” I asked.Cyan broke the news. “Laurel Anne’s coming tomorrow.”“What? She can’t.”Bucky stopped whistling. “Oh, yes she can.”“But…” I protested. I’d been here late last night when Paul told me I was required to be present for her audition. He hadn’t said anything about moving up her audition day. “But we have a state dinner next week.”“Yes,” Henry said. “Due to unexpected circumstances, however”—he gave me a look that told me my actions yesterday had had more repercussions than I’d anticipated—“Peter Everett Sargeant III believes it is in the White House’s best interest to get Laurel Anne in here as soon as possible.”
What do You think about State Of The Onion (2010)?
