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had to go many years back in history to find such a fact.
      However, Carol was still hoping to discourage her husband.
      For a long time they could not enjoy a weekend to gether, so the site they chose could not be other one: their ranch in the heart of Tennessee. If this place could talk, could have written the biography of both. It belonged to the family of Carol. They had spent the most romantic moments of their courtship and marriage. But it al so hid other worse memories, as that depression that Harold had managed to overcome thanks to his wife, when the policy had disappointed him so much. Or when they took refuge the re trying to overcome the shock after an abortion that would prevent Carol be ing a mother for the rest of her life. After the death of Caro l's father, had become their last refuge, where they fled when they wanted to be alone, away from the world, the only place they perceived as theirs and only theirs, where there was a communion between them that became both in only one being melted with their environment.
    That hot afternoon in early July had decided to go horseback riding, one of their favorite hobbies that both of them practiced since Carol had managed to transmit to Harold practically from the first day that he had first stepped on that ranch.
      Carol looked around, could see that everything seemed to be like forever. She thought that, if it wasn't by the court of police and bodyguards guarding the perimeter of the ranch, if they closed their eyes and opened them again would not know be able to guess at what point in their lives they really were. The only important thing is that when she opened them again, she could see Harold at his side. Everything else was incidental, almost anecdotal. Carol didn’t care to be the wife of the young graduate in law that the one of President of the Unite d States of America. She let her thoughts be translated into words.
     
    -           This is the only place where I am myself, where we are ourselves. I feel even better here than at home. You just need to let the imagination fly a bit to not fix our look at the bodyguard.
     
    Harold showed a smile of approval. Carol took a deep breath and continued.
     
    - And this air ...This air is pure gold!
     
    Harold approached his horse to her, close enough to get giving her a kiss. Then he whispered in her ear:
     
    - Without you nothi ng would make sense. You know that I would change everything, everything, for having you by my side - he paused a nd continued - Luckily, I don’t need, I can afford to be selfish!
     
    Carol took the occasion to present once aga in her emotional claim , conscious that it might be the last chance that she had to do it.
     
    - However, you've ignored. You've committed to present to re-election. Do you really think that America needs you more than me? ...
    - No, my love, no. But I can’ t let down people who so much supported me, who has been fighting side by side with me, sacrificing hours to their life, their family. It would be unfair.
    - And is it fair to sacrifice the little time that life gives us to be together?
    - No, my love, no. It's not fair. But life is made of choices that require setti ng aside part of oneself. Don’t you think I insisted that they should seek another candidate? ...
     
    He looked into her eyes, then continued.
     
    - You know me as nobody in this world could imagine. Tell me, do you think t hat I did not insist?  That I just limit myself to fol low the script dragging my feet? ... -  He slightly raised his voice - Tell me, do you really think that ? ...
     
      Carol looked at him tenderly, almost pleadingly, then took his hand and answered.
     
    - You know that it would be enough that you had pointed with your finger to one of your dolphins and people would dump with him. And it had been enough that you supported him so his chances of success had been almost yours.
    - As much as I insisted, were not able to find another candidate that