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Alone at their dining room table on Saturday at noon, David Fischer ate walleye and crispy fries left over from a Friday restaurant meal, while his wife, Celeste Teale, alone in the adjacent living room, had Braunschweiger on fresh-baked rye and watched a crime show on TV. As he ate, Fischer tried to read, in a magazine, a short essay containing speculations about revelations or obfuscations that the U.S. Attorney General might soon add to the little he has already said about the still-not-yet-public Special Counsel’s “Report on the Investigation into Russian Interference in the 2016 Presidential Election.”
The crime show distracted Fischer. He got up from the table, went into another room to find a set of foam earplugs, and returned. The earplugs diminished the television sound, but, surprisingly, Fischer found that his ability to concentrate was not appreciably enhanced, because the earplugs amplified the slosh of his masticating the fish and fries. Fischer finished his modest meal without entirely reading the essay about the incompletely published report.
Fischer was okay with that. He figured he could probably bear a few days more of waiting for Mr. Barr to bare a little more, or perhaps a lot, of what the Special Counsel did or did not say.
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