These Dreams of You

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By ten o’clock that night she’s back in Washington. For a few days she’s doing the same work that she was in New York. On the weekend she takes the train back to pack the rest of her things and hasn’t been in her flat twenty minutes before the phone rings. “What are you doing here in New York?” says the woman who hired her, on the other end of the line.

“Sorry?”

“Didn’t I tell you to get down to D.C.?”

Jasmine says, “Right, well, I came back to get the rest of my thi—”

“They’re looking for you down there.”

“I’ve been there all week.”

“The senator was looking for you this morning,” huffs the woman, slightly irate. “Get back there this afternoon.”

“On a Saturday?”

“You know, this isn’t a normal job.”