Chapter Three
Diane Feinstein grabbed her purse. She walked to the front door. In her haste, she had dropped it on the green grass; her face was youthful. At sixteen, she attended the Michigan High School. In a couple of years, she would attend the highly regarded University of Michigan. All of her friends were watching their Resident Advisors in their offices; her careers counsellors were speaking to them in private. Her long, black hair fell down the back; her hazel eyes focused on the early morning glow of the bright sun; her jogging shoes glowed. In a matter of seconds, she put her purse on the mahogany table in her small loungeroom. She wore her Michigan school sweater, and blue jogging flared trousers. Her eyes flickered as dawn arrived. The 67 degree weather blew in from the east-north-east; the weather was colder by the hour. Diane, who was Jewish, stood near the Synagogue. She smiled at Rabbi Schwarz. She walked to Cramer Road, which was near Burl's Gas Station. Jewish students arrived for morning prayers with their families, as Diane followed the road towards Duck Lake National Park. Families weren't there yet; joggers greeted her. 'Shalom!', Diane said. She saw the iron gate that was open for the first time in the morning. 'Shalom!', one of them said. Diane jogged past the water fountain. She took a sip of water. Nearby was Greg's Hot Dog Stand. She stopped, and ordered a German Chili Hot Dog with hot American mustard, and fresh onions on it.
And a bottle of water.
'$4.50', the owner said.
She paid with a $10.00 note.
'Keep the change, Bob'.
'Thanks, Diane. Have a great day', Bob said.
And she ate her Hot Dog, and drank her water, on the brown bench in the middle of the beautiful park, as she saw a dozen ducks quacking in the lake.
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