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“Is that possible?” asks the senator.
“Technically he’s still a minor,” Roberta says.
“Technically I don’t exist,” Cam reminds her. “Isn’t that right?”
No one answers.
“So,” says Cam. “Make me exist on paper. And on that same paper, I’ll sign over my life to you. Because I choose to.”
The general looks to the senator, but the senator just shrugs. So General Bodeker turns to Cam and says:
“We’ll consider it and get back to you.”
• • •
Cam stands in his room in his DC residence, staring at the back of the closed door.
This town house is the place he comes back to after the various speaking trips. Roberta calls it “going home.” To Cam this does not feel like home. The mansion in Molokai is home, and yet he hasn’t been back there for months. He suspects he may never be allowed to go back again. After all, it was more a nursery than a residence for him. It was where he was rewound. It was where he was taught who he was—what he was—and learned how to coordinate his diverse “internal community.”
afternoon Risa says her good-bye, and Audrey insists on stocking Risa up with supplies and money and a sturdy new backpack that has neither hearts nor pandas.
“I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you,” Audrey says, just before she leaves.
“Tell me what?”
“It was just on the news. They announced that your friend Connor is still alive.”
It’s the best news Risa’s gotten in a long time . . . but then she quickly comes to realize the announcement is not a good thing at all. Now that the Juvenile Authority knows he’s alive, they’ll be beating every bush for him.
“Do they have any idea where he is?” Risa asks.
Audrey shakes her head. “No clue. In fact, they think he’s with you.”
If only that were true. But even when Connor shows up in her dreams, he’s not with her. He’s running. He’s always running.
29 • Cam
Lunch with the general and the senator is in the dark recesses of the Wrangler’s Club—perhaps the most expensive, most exclusive restaurant in Washington, DC. Secluded leather booths, each in its own pool of light, and a complete lack of windows gives the illusion that time has been stopped by the importance of one’s conversation. The outside world doesn’t exist when one dines in the Wrangler’s Club.
As Cam and Roberta are walked in by the hostess, he spots faces he thinks he recognizes. Senators or congressmen, perhaps. People he’s seen at the various high-profile galas he’s attended. Or maybe it’s just his imagination. These self-important folk, wheeling and dealing, all begin to look alike after a while. He suspects that the ones he doesn’t recognize are the real power brokers. That’s the way it always is. Lobbyists for surreptitious special interests he couldn’t begin to guess at. Proactive Citizenry does not have a monopoly on secret influence.
“Best foot forward,” Roberta tells Cam as they are led to their booth.
“And which one is that?” he asks. “You’d know better than me.”
She doesn’t respond to his barb. “Just remember that what happens today could define your future.”
“And yours,” Cam points out.
Roberta sighs. “Yes. And mine.”
General Bodeker and Senator Cobb are already at the table. The general rises to meet them, and the senator also tries to slide out of the booth, but he’s foiled by his copious gut.
“Please, don’t get up,” says Roberta.
He gives up. “The burgers win every time,” he says.
They all settle in, share obligatory handshakes and obsequious niceties. They discuss the unpredictable weather, raining one minute, sunny the next. The senator sings the praises of the pan-seared scallops, which is today’s special.
