The Discord in our Soul – by DON TASSONE

  THE DISCORD IN OUR SOUL by Don Tassone   Someone rapped at the door.  It swung open. “Mr. President, I’m sorry to interrupt.” “What is it, Bill?” President Garcia — spare, angular and balding — glanced up at the tall, bespectacled man who was stepping into the room.  The look on his chief of…