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"Hey, Leo!" she called, "there's a spare toothbrush in the
guest bathroom down the hall and through the guest bedroom."
"Thanks," was his only reply.
How do I live?-Part 8:
"Mrs.Landingham, can you get me Sammy please?" Jed Bartlett sighed as he
thought about his new press secretary. When she came in, he asked her to have
a seat. She sat down on one of the couches and he sat next to her. He had
known Samantha since she was 9 years old, and she was like a daughter to him.
"Are you all right, Sammy?"
She nodded, "yeah, doc, I'm okay. I just really miss her."
"I know, sweetheart. I know." They were silent for a moment, "Abbey wants you
over for dinner," he paused, "tonight."
"When will Abbey stop planning my life for me?"
"When she stops planning mine!" Jed replied, slyly.
They grinned at each other and burst out laughing. Suddenly, Samantha
sobered, "sometimes, doc, I feel guilty."
"Because I'm laughing or something and I'll remember, CJ's gone and I'll feel
like I'm betraying her," she said, haltingly.
"CJ, wouldn't want you to feel like that, Sammy."