WHAT ΜΙΤΤ RΟΜΝΕΥ SAW ΙΝ ΤΗE SENATE

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, THE HYPOCRISY AND CYNICISM ARE EVEN WORSE THAN YOU THINK

- Mc KAY COPPINS

He controls what he can, of course. He wears his seat belt, and diligently applies sunscreen, and stays away from secondhand smoke. For decades, he's followed his doctor's recipe for longevity with monastic dedication the lean meats, the low-dose aspirin, the daily 30-minute sessions on the stationary bike, heartbeat at 140 or higher or it doesn't count.

He would live to 120 if he could. "So much is going to happen!" he says when asked about this particular desire. "I want to be around to see it." But some part of him has always doubted that he'll get anywhere close.

He has never really interrogated the cause of this preoccupation, but premonitions of death seem to follow him. Once, years ago, he boarded an airplane for a business trip to London and a flight attendant whom he'd never met saw him, gasped, and rushed from the cabin in horror. When she was asked what had so upset her, she confessed that she'd dreamt the night before about a man who looked like him—exactly like him-getting shot and killed at a rally in Hyde Park. He didn't know how to respond, other than to laugh and put it out of his mind. But when, a few days later, he happened to find himself on the park's edge and saw a crowd forming, he made a point not to linger.

All of which is to say there is something familiar about the unnerving sensation that Romney is feeling late on the afternoon of January 2, 2021.

It begins with a text message from Angus King, the junior senator from Maine: "Could you give me a call when you get a chance? Important."