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12 Live music had started right after the conclusion of his speech, something brassy and mid-tempo I didn’t recognize, but probably wouldn’t get injured trying to dance to. I looked at Roger and he raised an eyebrow as if to say, isn’t that what you’re here for? “Is there a recommended waiting period for dancing after eating?” I asked. “I’m glad to see you’re a cautious woman, but it should be safe if we keep the gyrations to a minimum,” Senator Todd said. As if on cue, the band switched to an even slower number. “In that case, I’d be delighted, Senator Todd.” He took my hand as I stood. “Joseph,” he reiterated. “All right, Joseph, but only with reciprocity—call me Sydney.” “Was that a lawyer joke?” he asked, as he guided me to the center of the dance floor where we joined a dozen o