Former Chief of Staff, Marvin Young had walked the halls at the home of former President, Samuel King many times.
This time was different, as he knew it would be. He had worked for the Former President since he graduated from college. It’s hard to believe that it’s been thirty years since he left office. He had to wait until the nurse gave him permission to go in, so he settled into the oak chair in the corner, next to the president’s bedroom as he had done on many occasions.
Marvin had aged gracefully on his six-foot frame, for a man that was fifty-nine, the years had been good to him. His eye site wasn’t twenty-twenty anymore but