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A month later Vicki barely recognized herself as she leaned into her morning run on this blue September morning. The route was the only thing that was familiar.
Her morning 10k run was down to Long Bridge Park, then cross over the Potomac alongside the familiar roar of the early traffic. Swinging wide around the Tidal Basin, she’d throw a salute to President Jefferson, then up the length of the National Mall, around the Capitol Building Reflecting Pool, and past Ulysses S. Grant’s monument—who she didn’t salute because of his role in the Mexican-American War. It hadn’t been enough for the US to steal Texas from Mexico; Grant had helped them grab everything all of the way over to California as well.
Everything, absolutely everything else about her was different.
She’d made Senior Air
