“Andrew, why are you here, anyway?”
Waxman, the guy on his way out, and I, the guy who’d just come in, were, I guess, bonding.
“You invited me, Henry, don’t you remember?”
I thought I was pretty funny, but he just felt I was dissolving the bond.
“Seriously, Andrew. Everybody’s been talking about how little you seem to even have tried to accomplish since you came to Washington.”
“Really? Everybody? I didn’t think most of the reps even knew me.”
“Well, okay. They don’t. But I’M everybody. I want to leave this body as close to the position of honor I found it in as I can and I can’t do that if jokesters and slackers are filling the seats on our side.” (I know my relating of this makes him seem uptight and proper but, though these are his exact words, he came across quite Jewy and warm.)
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