![]() ![]() I’m anxious, enthusiastic, amused and terrified by turns. A large, off-white, dirty poodle wearing a yellow bandanna barked loudly from the very back of the SUV while we spoke.Ĭlancy: Are you as disappointed as we are, Emil, in the current political situation here? You don’t seem very perturbed…. The SUV was running and warm it smelled of car leather and sour milk. We looked again, more carefully sitting next to the child was Cioran, in a red raincoat he was in fact feeding the baby with a bottle he waved for us to climb into the front seats (the doors were open). We looked around to see who was responsible for the child. Then we saw a child sitting alone in a car seat in a parked SUV. He had told us that he’d be returning from walking his dog at ten ‘o clock-“our daily walk”-and that we should catch him outside his building. He was supposed to meet us on the street. We turned this way and that, looking for Cioran. Andrew had flown in from Los Angeles the day before and Clancy had arrived from Kansas City just that morning. It was good to be in each other’s company. Cars honked on the busy street and, because it was freezing and the light had that crystalline quality of bright sunshine on a winter’s day, we felt optimistic. It was a cold winter day and our breath made clouds in the air. We met outside an inauspicious two-story yellow brick apartment building on Minnesota Avenue, in Washington, D.C., not more than a few miles from The White House. ![]()
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