There was a rush of laughter and footsteps pounding toward the room. Two little girls dashed in. They were both blonde and thin and full of energy, one about five and the other perhaps eight.
“Grammy, Gramps!” they called.
The kids pushed past Nathan Oliver and Joe Brighton to reach the congressman and his wife.
Kendra scooped up the smaller one and Congressman Walker picked up the older girl, whirling her around. Ginger ran in after the girls.
“I’m sorry!” Ginger said, breathless. “They got past me. They wanted to see you right away.”
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