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The day that followed ending up being one of the busiest ones that Lyle had ever experienced. There were about a billion things that DC had to offer as tourist destinations, and Mr. Connor seemed to be doing everything in his power to make sure that they saw them all. They stopped at more memorials than Lyle could have imagined even existed: the Lincoln Memorial, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, and the World War II Memorial; one for Franklin Delano Roosevelt, another for MLK Jr., and another for Jefferson. They viewed the White House and Capitol Hill, the Library of Congress, and the Washington Monument. Lyle had even managed to feign a virgin’s interest in Dupont Circle as they drove past, though he recognized it immediately from his trip the previous night. Mrs. Connor had begged out of