"Put the skeletons back in the closet," an older Stateswoman

  warned the few young people still creeping around and cut-throating.  By then it was "on the street" that a war was on.  Even the "cause people" folded it up and started to clear out of D.C. 

  "Am I crazy?" 

  "Nobody has suggested anyone ask that question.  This has been a fork in the wheel, this bunch." 

  "But what about (i)diversity(i)?" 

  "What about it?  If that's your thing, (i)go do it(i).  These are (i)traditional(i) people at the helm now." 

  "Put that in (i)Special Interest(i)." Eventually the bin of special interest overflowed.  And Recycling wasn't really real. 

  "Miss you." 

  (i)PROcedurally then, you'll all have three minutes.(i) The Court's group had sent someone over. 

  Downturned eyes, looks of no hope, clear bags holding belongings.  

  "Start editing." 

  "Why do you have fifty folders?" 

  "Stay focused." 

  A cellphone ringing. 

  "Why are you calling me?" 

  "You're father is dying." 

  "Are you going to the hospital?" 

  "It wouldn't do either of us any good at this point." 

  "Speaking of parents, I really need to check on mine." 

  "Take the rest of the day off."