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Strays by Kristine Kathryn Rusch *i* It happened during Clinton's first hundred days. D.C. was a changed town. Arkania was in. So were strong women. Wife No. 3 had left me just after the inauguration, and Secretary No. 45 quit, vowing to file a sexual harassment suit. She was a great girl, with legs that wouldn't quit, and I was sorry to see her go. The secretary, that is. Not the wife. My fancy-shmancy office was cold and empty without her. I no longer needed the front room with its oak desk, cool blue walls, and indoor-outdoor carpet. The phone system was too complicated for me to use, so one afternoon I pulled it from the wall, and reverted to my black rotary. The commissions I got from the Bush people for staking out Democrat parties vanished on November 4, and since Wife No. 3 cleared out half the savings, I couldn't hire Secretary No. 46. I spent January looking for new digs, and February advertising in the _Post's_ classifieds because I couldn't break the lease I had. The cases were few and far between. The money even scarcer. I followed a Democratic Senator's wife for three days before he found out I used to work for the Bush people. The commission wasn't bad, but it didn't make the rent. I scoped out a bunch of women for Senator Packwood, but that job ended when the press got wind of it. I was reduced to insurance claims investigation when the call came in. Woman's voice, very
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