Unwanted Attention
Josh sat down at his desk
with a sigh and opened the brown bag that held the lunch Donna had just tossed,
literally, on his desk. He opened it and
pulled out what he hoped was a well done hamburger. No such luck, salad.
"Donna." he
bellowed in the direction of her desk.
No answer. He could see her out there. He hauled himself out of his chair and went
as far as his doorway.
"DONNA." he
tried once again.
Clearly exasperated Donna
pushed back her chair, grabbed her own salad and headed for Josh's office. She brushed past him and sat down in his
visitors chair, propping her feet on the desk and balancing her own salad in
her lap.
Josh sat back down and
pointed at his lunch with a look of disgust.
"It's salad Joshua,
you know, vegetables, dressing, croutons." she sighed.
"Yeah but what's the
purple stuff?"
"Cabbage, Josh. Did you grow up in a cave?"
"No, I'm just used
to green cabbage, you know, drowning in mayo with maybe a few carrots."
"That would be cole
slaw, Josh." commented Donna with yet another sigh.
"OK, enough about
cabbage. What's your problem
lately?" he asked a little more bluntly than he had planned.
"Nothing that a week
long vacation in Hawaii won't cure." said Donna sarcastically.
Josh picked at his salad
and tried to think of a remark that wouldn't sound mean or well, Josh-like. He
had noticed Donna hadn't been herself for a few weeks. Sure, things were crazy at work, the
depositions were looming, the campaign was starting, the weather in DC had been
either hot and humid or raining for weeks and tempers were flaring. But that stuff never fazed Donna before. But for weeks things had been different.
And he was trying to
think of a nice way to ask her about it.
"Donna?"
"What?"
"Is something
wrong?" he asked in the sweetest, most understanding voice he could.
"No." she said
after a few seconds of hesitation.
"Are you sure? I mean, lately you've been a little, I don't
know, distant, frazzled, frustrated, inattentive..."
"And what? You're worried how this will screw up your
life? How my mood will affect you? You know Josh, maybe it is time you tried to
organize your life yourself. I'll be
glad to share the joy that is scheduling your life with you."
"Donna, that's not
what I meant." said Josh desperately trying to backpedal.
"Forget it. I'll try harder. Don't worry about me. You have a meeting in the Mural Room in 20
minutes. Your notes are under the
phone." And with those words Donna
tossed the rest of her lunch in the trash and all but stalked out of the room.
"Guess that didn't
go too well." muttered Josh to himself as he watched Donna leave. He made a mental note to, well, bribe her
with something later.
The rest of the afternoon
flew by. Josh's meeting lasted for
hours, giving Donna some time to play catch up with the pile of work on her
desk. She was plodding through it and
getting frustrated when she tossed a folder on the precarious pile, causing the
entire stack to tumble over, spilling papers all over her desk. It was at that moment that Josh rounded the
corner. He watched unnoticed for a
minute. His usually cool and calm
assistant was clearly on the edge. And
he was determined to find out what was wrong.
"Donna." he
said quietly as he put his hand on her shoulder. "Fighting with the paperwork
again?" he asked, trying to lighten the tension that was overtaking the
room.
"Yeah."
muttered Donna, not even lifting her head.
Josh crouched down next
to her and hooked a finger under her chin and turned her face towards his. She tried to smile but tears of frustration
threatened to spill out of the corners of her eyes. He took her face in his hands and wiped the
tears with his thumbs. She managed to
give him a sad smile and let him help her with the files. Once everything was in order he took her by
the hand and led her to his office.
"Josh, I have work
to do." she whined as he maneuvered her into his chair.
"It can wait."
he said softly as he sat down in front of her on the desk. He tossed her a tissue and waited for her to
speak.
Donna took a couple of
deep breaths and tried to few times to talk but her emotions always got the
best of her and she didn't quite get the words out.
"OK, look, it's
dinner time. Why don't we grab something
to eat, take a walk out on the mall and talk?"
"Fine." said
Donna as she ran her hands over her face and through her hair. "I'll be
ready in a few minutes." she said as she left the room.
Josh ran his fingers
through his already unruly hair, loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves and
grabbed his wallet.
They walked over towards
the Washington Monument, stopping to get hot dogs and soda from a street
vendor. They ate on a bench in the
shadow of the monument, not talking, much to Josh's dismay.
"You wanna talk
here, or walk for a while?" asked Josh when he returned from throwing away
their trash.
"Walk."
whispered Donna as she stood up and stretched.
They headed towards the
Lincoln Memorial, walking along the reflecting pool on the side of the Korean
War Memorial. Josh reached over to wrap
his arm around her shoulders in a quick, hopefully, reassuring hug.
They took a seat on the
low wall that ran along the monument's walkway.
Josh stretched his legs out and leaned back on his hands. He looked
towards Donna and questioningly raised his eyebrows.
"OK, let me finish
before you say anything, please?" said Donna.
Josh just nodded.
"You know when we
were working on the Family Wellness Act, how I was interested in the funding
for ADD. I said my cousin had it. Well, he does, but he's not the only
one." She stopped for a second and
looked at Josh to make sure he knew what she was saying. He tried not to act too surprised, giving her
a small, dimpled smile. He nodded for
her to continue. "I've struggled
with it since I was a kid. I've taken Ritalin for years. Most people outgrow it, but small
percentages don't. I didn't. With the medication I was fine. I functioned normally. My doctor tried to wean me off a few times,
in high school, in college and it didn't go well, my grades dropped and he put
me back on. Over the past few years, since I started working for you, in the
back of my mind I always wanted to try and wean myself off again. So for the past few weeks I have been, with
my doctor's support. And it's pretty
obvious how it is working out...it's not working." she sighed and shrugged
her shoulders, not sure what to say next.
"OK. Well, this is a lot to digest at once. Can I ask you a few things?" said Josh
as he sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees.
"Sure."
"First how did I not
notice this and why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked, trying not to
sound as hurt as he was.
"On the Ritalin, I
function fine. I always wanted to tell
you, but the time never seemed right, I was afraid of what you might
think."
"Donna, why would
you be afraid of telling me?" asked Josh softly.
"I don't know."
she whispered as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"OK. We will come back to that question."
smiled Josh. "What made you try to
wean yourself off now? I mean, things are
crazy at work, the depositions are coming up and you'll have to testi..."
And with those words the proverbial light bulb went off over his head. "And you were afraid they would find out
about the Ritalin. And that would
somehow hurt the President."
"Yeah, pretty stupid
I guess. I mean, I'm just an
assistant. It's not like I have to
powerful job or anything." sighed Donna as a few tears escaped down her
cheeks. Josh wiped them with his thumbs.
"Not stupid, you
were scared. I understand that. I'm scared to death too. I mean, what kind of a field day do you think
the lawyers are going to have with me?" he chuckled.
In spite of her efforts
not to, Donna laughed along with him.
"So now what?"
he asked.
"I talked to my
doctor a little while ago and I'm going back on it. I just really want to stop taking it, maybe
someday. But not now, it's not the right
time."
Josh smiled and motioned
towards the Lincoln Memorial.
"You wanna walk for
a while?"
"Sure."
They walked in silence
until they wandered around to the back of the Lincoln Memorial. They sat down and watched the setting sun.
"Can you explain a
few things for me, I mean, I know next to nothing about ADD."
Donna nodded for him to
continue.
"I thought people
with ADD were hyper and well, more like me and less like you." he said
with a smile.
"That's ADHD,
attention deficit hyperactivity disorder.
I don't have the hyper part."
"Thank God,"
muttered Josh. "I have enough
nervous energy for both of us."
"True." smirked
Donna.
"How is it that you,
I can't think of a nice way of saying this..." explained Josh. "How
can you be so good at your job if you have so much trouble with
concentration?"
"Well, the
medication for one thing. And believe it
or not this job is perfect for someone with ADD. There's not a lot of repetition, things are
always changing, always different. I
don't do something long enough to bored with it. I do have trouble with some of the mundane
paperwork, filing and things like that.
But I know my limits and I know when to take a break and do something
different for a while." explained
Donna.
"What about
organizational problems and lack of patience.
Aren't they part of ADD?"
"Yeah, why do you
think I freak out when you misplace your planner? In case you hadn't noticed, I write
everything down. I force myself to be
more patient. Although being more
patient than you doesn't take a whole lot of effort." teased Donna.
"So what you are
saying is that I'm the perfect boss for someone with ADD?" said Josh with
mock pride.
"Yes, Joshua you
are." said Donna with a roll of her eyes.
Josh reached over and
tucked her hair behind her ear. They sat
in silence for a while as the sun disappeared from view.
"We should get
back." said Donna as she stood up.
She held out her hand to pull Josh to his feet.
They walked back to the
White House in silence.
Donna tried to go back to
her desk to work but Josh convinced her to go home and get some rest. He even told her she didn't have to come in
until 9 the next morning. Which would
have sounded generous if the next day hadn't been Saturday.
He worked for a while but
gave up when it was clear he wasn't getting anything accomplished. He turned on the computer, typed ADD into a
search engine and started reading. Two
hours later he had a stack of articles printed out, dry eyes and the beginnings
of a headache. Throwing his backpack
over his shoulder he turned out the lights and walked out to his car. Halfway home he fished out his cell phone and
called Donna.
"Hello." she
said as she turned down the TV.
"Hi, it's me."
"What do you need,
what did you lose?" she asked trying not to get annoyed.
"Donna, I'm
hurt." whined Josh.
Donna could only snort into
the phone.
"OK, so I'm not
really hurt. What are you doing?"
"Nothing much,
trying to find something on TV. And before you ask, a University of Wisconsin
t-shirt and a pair of flannel boxers I stole from you." said Donna with a
laugh.
"Oh" laughed Josh. "Look, I just left the office. Can I come over?"
"Yeah, I guess, if
you want to."
"OK, I have to make
a quick stop. See you in about half an
hour."
"Kay, bye."
Donna hung up,
straightened a few things and threw the cats in her roommate's bedroom. Exactly half an hour later she opened the
door to find Josh standing there, tie hanging loose, hair sticking straight up,
holding a brown paper bag.
"Peace
offering." he said as he held out the bag.
"You don't need a
peace offering." she said as she took the bag anyway.
She reached in and pulled
out a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
"Thank you."
She steered him towards
the couch and went to grab two spoons from the kitchen. Josh took out the folder with the information
on ADD he had printed out.
"Whatcha got
there?" asked Donna with a smile.
"Just some stuff I
printed out. I wanted to read up on ADD,
you know, so I can...In case...just because...Oh God, I'm not sure what I'm
trying to say."
Donna just smiled as she
handed him a spoon and the ice cream while holding out her other hand for the
folder.
"Joshua, it's fine.
I know what you mean. You don't have to
explain. Please, I don't want anything
to change. You know now and I'm glad but
don't treat me any differently."
"I won't."
"I mean it Josh,
don't stop yelling. I'm not fragile, I
won't break and once I go back on the Ritalin things will be back to our
normal, frantic existence."
Josh just smiled at her
as she tucked her feet under her and grabbed the ice cream from him. She took a few bites and glanced at the
papers in her lap. She pointed out a few
things and put aside the more helpful articles.
They watched TV and
talked for a while. Around midnight Josh
nodded off, dropping the remote on the floor.
She thought about waking
him and sending him home but she didn't have the heart. He was exhausted. So she just slipped off his tie, laid him
down and covered him up.
Donna sat down in the
kitchen with a cup of tea, thinking. She
thought about how she should have come clean a long time ago. Telling Josh hadn't been so hard. She was glad he knew but she hoped it
wouldn't change things. She liked the
way things were between them, as strange as their relationship was; it worked
for them, both personally and professionally.
She thought about how far
she had come in her life. In high school
people had written her off as a flake, in college, well, she couldn't make up
her mind about what she wanted to study and then Dr. Freeride had come
along. He had played her like a
violin. He had known about her ADD and
he used that knowledge against her. And
for a while she let him and then she set out for New Hampshire. To start over and to find her place in the
world.
And she had found
it. She had a job she loved, friends,
and most importantly her life had meaning.
Deep down she held onto
the dream that one day she would be able to function without the help of
medication. But they way she looked at
it, the fact that she took Ritalin was no more an issue for the people she
worked with than Leo's addiction, Sam's parents, or Josh's PTSD. Like their *ghosts* it was just a part of
her.
Donna put the mug in the
sink and turned out the lights. She sat
down on the coffee table for a minute to look at Josh. She reached out and
brushed a stray strand of hair off his forehead. He stirred for a second as she pulled the
quilt up under his chin. She kissed his
forehead and went down the hall to her room.
Donna woke up early the
next morning. As she padded into the
hallway she heard Josh's voice from the kitchen. He was singing softly to himself. She stopped at the threshold between the
kitchen and the living room and giggled to herself when she realized what he
was singing,
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We the people, in order
to form
a more perfect union,
establish justice,
ensure domestic
tranquility,
provide for the common
defense,
promote the general
welfare and
secure the blessings of
liberty
to ourselves and our
posterity
do ordain and establish
this Constitution,
for the United States of
America.
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"Joshua, weren't you
a little too old to be watching Saturday morning cartoons by the time School
House Rock started?" she teased.
"You're never too
old to watch cartoons, Donnatella" he remarked as he handed her a cup of
coffee.
"Wait, you made
coffee?" she asked as she eyed the mug warily.
"Yes. I am a man of many talents." smirked
Josh as he used his foot to push out the chair next to him.
She took a seat and
smiled at him.
"What?"
"Nothing...I just
feel...unburdened." she said quietly.
"Well, I'm sure I
can change that pretty quickly. I need
you to come in today, we have a lot of work to do." he teased.
"Good, I'm up for it."
she grinned. "Josh, promise me
nothing will change."
"I promise"
And with that he turned
his attention back to the newspaper and Donna got up to get the familiar amber
bottle of pills out of the cabinet over the sink.
THE END
