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underneath each
    question. When she's done you can fax it to me."
    Brenda took the paper, folded it in half and shoved it into her purse. "What else? You mentioned a couple things."
    "I have a talk radio host who would like to interview Sally, but she may not want to do it."
    "Why?"
    "He's a right wing radio host with mostly radical right listeners."
    "Hmm, I doubt she'd be interested, but I'll ask her. Give me the details."
    Mickey handed her another sheet of paper. "They're all on here."
    Brenda glanced at the paper. Floyd Meldren, radio 680AM, Weekdays 1PM
    to 4PM, Right is Right. "What does Right is Right, mean?"
    "That's the name of his show."
    Brenda whistled. "I wouldn't hold my breath on this one."
    "I'm not. I'm working on a guest slot on a TV show, too, so keep your
    fingers crossed on this one."
    Brenda held up her crossed fingers. "I will."
    Mickey grew serious. "Baby, how about a movie? That Fats Taylor movie is
    starting tonight. It's supposed to be really good. What d'ya say?"
    She wanted to see that movie and she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather
    see it with than the handsome hunk who was smiling at her. "I think I'd like that." Mickey's eyes rounded, as did his mouth. "Really! You want to go?"
    "Ah-huh." Brenda's pulse rate doubled when he leaned in and kissed her cheek, then kissed her chastely on the lips.
    The touch of his soft lips flipped her stomach over. She wanted a real kiss.
    He leaned in and kissed her fully on the lips. Her heart beat a tattoo against her rib cage. Loving the feeling of his lips against hers, she returned the kiss until Jayda set a shallow bowl before her. "Here you go, chicken Caesar salad, sweetie.
    I must say for not being lovebirds, you two are sure friendly."
    Brenda's heart thumped so hard she could feel it in his ears. Like a moth to
    a flame, Mickey inextricably drew her to him. As the waitress set his heartburn
    special down, Brenda stole a glance at Mickey. She detected a look of regret. The regret was mutual. God help her, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and
    squeeze and hug and kiss him silly. I'm playing with fire. I hope to God, I'm not making a mistake.

Book Two
    Stand Aligned For Equality Takes Off

Chapter Seven
    We ask justice, we ask equality, we ask that all the civil and political rights that belong to citizens of the United States, be guaranteed to us and our daughters
    forever." — Susan B. Anthony
    Monday morning Brenda entered Sally Cummings office. "Hi, Sally."
    She looked up. "Good morning, Brenda. You look chipper today. Something
    good happen to you?"
    Brenda flashed a coy smile. "You could say that."
    "Yeah?"
    Brenda took a seat in one of the chairs that fronted Sally's desk and sat up
    straight. "Friday, Mickey called and wanted to go to lunch with me. He said he had some promotional options to discuss."
    "What were they?"
    Brenda set two typed sheets of paper in front of Sally. His newspaper wants
    an interview from you. That the interview would be published in all the sister
    papers and be available on the internet. Sounds like a good idea to me."
    Sally glanced over the papers. "These are the questions he wants to ask me?"
    "Yes. He's not going to come in here and ask them. He just wants you to
    write your answers down. Once you do, I'll get them back to him."
    "All right. What was the other thing?"
    Brenda pursed her lips and continued, "I doubt if you'd be interested, but a certain conservative radio talk show host is interested in interviewing you."
    Sally cupped her chin with her hand. "Hmm, that could be interesting. Who
    is it?" "His name is Floyd Meldren. He's on radio 680AM, Weekdays 1PM to 4PM." "Never heard of him."
    "Me either, but then again, I don't make a point of listening to talk radio."
    Sally snickered. "Especially, conservative talk radio. Let me think about it.
    Now, how was lunch with the handsome reporter?"
    Recalling her Friday night date gave Brenda goose bumps. "It was nice."
    Brenda squirmed in her seat. "I