#Whoever gets the reference gets a cookie and to feel superior

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"Please tell me you're not wearing that."

Elayn looked down, then back up with a wide grin. She tugged at her bright rainbow suspenders with her thumbs. "What, not tacky enough?"

Serana gave the ensemble another slow scan. "No, it's… definitely tacky. The combat boots with the khaki shorts is a nice touch."

The grin got wider as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. "They're going to be throwing candy, and I wasn't anywhere near prepared enough last time."

Serana rolled her eyes, but softened it with a smile. "You're ridiculous."

"Isn't that why we're dating?" her girlfriend asked as they headed out the door.

She took a moment to lock up while Serana laughed. "'Careless Whisper' on a boom box outside my window. I can't believe my dad didn't kill you. I know you stole that, by the way. We both went to see that movie when it came out."

"They marketed it as a romcom!" Elayn protested.

They were in the car now. It would be a trick to find parking, but they were running early thanks to Serana's habit of scheduling everything. Elayn was more the type to go with the flow, but living together had her adapted enough that the flow she went with was largely dictated by Serana's schedule. As a research chemist, she worked interesting hours at times, but Elayn was a good roommate, she cooked and cleaned, mostly because she had the time. Lacrosse wasn't a well paying sport compared to something like soccer, but the off seasons gave her plenty of time to maintain their loft. 

"Five dollars an hour?" Elayn griped as the machine printed out their ticket. 

"Homophobia strikes again," Serana said with mock solemnity. 

She snorted and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's waste. "Which park did you say this thing started in again?" 

It was a little place surrounded by tall buildings, but it was a green patch in a city largely made out of grey. It being Pride Month, the grey was broken up by rainbows. The two wandered around as they waited for the parade to start. 

Well, at least, they started to wander when Elayn caught sight of a dog and all but dragged her girlfriend over to say hi. 

"What's his name?" she asked, so full of enthusiasm she practically floated. "Can I pet him?" 

The dog's owner, someone with a short haircut in a crop top that was orange, yellow, and white striped, nodded. "If he lets you. Sometimes he's not so-- oh gosh," they said, eyes wide as they watched Elayn kneel down and offer a hand to sniff that was immediately accepted. "You must have good vibes." 

"She's a dog person," Serana said with a laugh as the dog put its front paws on Elayn's shoulders so he could lick her face. 

"What's his name?" she asked through slobbery kisses. 

The butch grinned. "That's Duke, I'm Cas. It's nice to meet you!" 

The two introduced themselves just in time for a volunteer to come up with bottles of water. "Our city got voted best water in the state," she said cheerfully. "Take a few, it's gonna be a hot one." 

Before the march, there were speeches. The first was an introduction to the city's first pride parade since the 80s. The second was from a drag queen inviting everyone to the show later that night. Finally, the speeches were closed by an Episcopalian pastor trying to make up for the rest of Christianity's sins. 

"It's starting!" Elayn said excitedly when the crowd started to funnel out of the park. 

The march went down the sidewalk for a few blocks. Traffic was halted and the waiting cars honked while passengers waved. Elayn waved a lesbian flag, Serana had a bi flag, and the two of them dragged a rainbow striped cooler. 

"Mom! Mom!" Elayn heard behind her. "Look, it's two cicadas going at it!" 

She glanced behind her. There was a set of twins, about twelve years old, one of them draped in a trans flag and holding the cicadas that were indeed trying to reproduce. Elayn snorted and hit herself in the face trying to keep a laugh contained. "You like bugs, huh?" 

The girl in the trans flag beamed. "They're my favorite! Well, except for tarantulas, but Mom won't let me have one." 

"The rabbit gets out of its cage enough." The way the girl's mom said it, this was an age old argument. "I don't want to squash it when it ends up in my shoe."

"I had a snake when I was growing up," Serana chimed in. "A corn snake that never got out." 

The twins turned out to be part of a family unit. One twin was trans, and their older brother was too, and as Elayn found soon, was very excited to start HRT. "Get a Gc2b binder," she said. "When I'm feeling like a flat day, it works really well." 

The boy, a younger fourteen, practically floated with excitement. "I will!" 

Serana chatted with the parents while Elayn occupied the kids. "Have you folks been to Pride before?" 

Their mom, a woman named Chelsea, shook her head. "Nope, both kids came out last September and they've been talking about the festival ever since." 

"You seem like really supportive parents," Serana said. It carried the weight of one speaking who has not had contact with their parents since high school. 

Chelsea could tell, and she opened her arms for a hug that Serana was more than happy to accept. 

The march was only about a mile long, and it ended in another park. Elayn craned her neck and said, "I think I see the beer line, wait here?" 

"We will!" said the girl, who was very proud to be named Luna now. 

Serana and Chelsea shared a grin. "I guess we'll wait here," the mom said. 

It was a bit of a line, which was probably not a good thing, but apparently people were restricted on how many drinks they could buy, so at least there was that. While Elayn waited, she was joined by two people wearing pronoun pins that said "she/her". 

Elayn's jaw dropped at the sight of one of the girls' dress, which was a flowing, fae like ensemble. "Holy shit!" she said. "You look amazing!" 

She blushed and ducked her head as she smiled. "Thank you, I got it from Amazon." 

"It's her first Pride," her friend added.

That just amazed Elayn more. "With the sparkles and the green eyeshadow, I wouldn't have guessed. Everything you've got going on is just amazing."

"Thank you!" she squeaked. 

Elayn wasn't alone in thinking the dress was gorgeous. Another person came up to compliment it, and they had such dope tattoos that Elayn could not help but comment. 

"The guy that did them is great," they gushed. "He does blacklight work too!" 

So she got a website saved on her phone for the next time she really wanted to get a tattoo on top of the three she already had; scrollwork on her bicep, a wolf on her shoulder blade, and a small date on her wrist that was the day she met Serana. 

When she got back to her girlfriend and the others, an IPA in hand that was frankly piss, she told them about the girl in the fae dress. 

"I saw her!" Serana exclaimed. 

"Amazon." 

"No way." 

Next was food, especially if she was going to drink a beer. Assuming she actually drank it. "There's some food trucks," she pointed out. "I could go for a corndog." 

"I'm going to get some mac and cheese," Serana said. 

"Mom! Mom!" Luna's twin brother, Ian, tugged at his mom's sleeve. "Can we get pretzels?" 

Chelsea sighed good-naturedly. "I suppose. Do you two want to meet up after?" 

"Over by the stage?" Elayn suggested. 

The group separated. She found the line for corndogs and funnel cake. While she was waiting, the woman ahead of her glanced her way, so Elayn said, "Howdy!" 

"Hey there, hun!" She clapped her on the shoulder. "Having a good time?" 

"I am," she said with a grin. "Everyone here is so nice. There were some moms back there handing out hugs!" 

"Well, I'm a mom, would you like a hug?" 

"I would love that." 

It was a lovely hug, the woman was warm and smelled floral. When they separated, she said, "I'm Elayn! It's good to meet you. Can I get you a corndog?" 

As she pulled out her wallet, the woman waved her money away. "It's Nessa, and actually, I'd like to buy you a corndog." 

"You don't have to--" 

Nessa laughed. "I miss my daughters, you'd be doing me a favor." 

They chatted while the line went down, about lacrosse and about university. It turned out Nessa's two daughters went off to college in other cities, so it had been a while since she saw either. "I had a son," she said. "But now I have a very happy daughter, and I'm so proud of her." 

"I wish I had a mom like you," Elayn said, thinking about growing up foster care. 

Nessa grabbed her in another hug. "Now you do!" 

When she got back to Serana and the others, they were listening to the music booming from the speakers. She had to yell to tell the group about her new mom. 

Chelsea looked a little sad, because she could connect the dots, but Luna and Ian were too busy freaking out over the cotton candy Nessa had bought her too. 

Not long after, the stage was occupied. Elayn was chatting with Luna with her back turned, so she missed it until Serana tapped her shoulder and turned her around. 

"Holy shit!" She hollered and clapped at the sight of a gorgeous, sequin clad drag queen in four inch heels doing a backflip off the stage and onto grass. "Holy shit!" 

As it turned out, the drag queens took tips, and it was at that point that Elayn knew she was about to spend a lot of money. Each queen that performed, and there were many, got a five in exchange for the sheer joy Elayn got when the queen before her touched her hand. 

When there was a break in the performances, she went back to Serana, who had a smirk on her face. "Should I be jealous?" 

Elayn cupped her face, and in a fit of sheer enthusiasm, kissed her girlfriend soundly, to the delight of the twins who hooted. "Don't worry, babe," she teased. "You're the only queen for me." 

"Flatterer." Serana swatted at her chest, but the smile on her face was pleased regardless. 

It was all a blur from there. Fair food, loud music-- and Elayn found beer that wasn't piss! She taught the twins a new vocabulary of cuss words the moment she found out their mom was fine with foul language. They parted around five in the afternoon, when a voice through a megaphone warned attendants that the festival was about to start catering to adults. There was a concert with more drag queens, this time in much more risqué outfits that Elayn would have given a kidney to see on Serana. 

When she said something, her girlfriend got a light in her eye. "Really now?" she purred. "Maybe for your birthday." 

By 11pm, Elayn was high on the party atmosphere and a few beers. The festival was over, and the walk back to their car would be a trick. "Did you have fun?" she asked Serana as they walked hand in hand. 

She got a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad I have you. When are we getting married?"

"When I figure out how to surprise you with a ring." 

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Codename: Candy

Part Eleven - Confirmation

Word Count - 1732

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Just wanted to say I’m aware the chapters are quite short. Think I might flesh them out in a second draft once I finish the story. Anywho, enjoy this chapter!

After her hospital appointment, Candy ran into Greer, who turned her around and sent her to her hotel, ordering rest and food. Before she left though, she handed over the doctor's note, asking him to pass it on to Jack when he had the chance. Greer agreed, and as the car rolled away, he took a look at the note for himself.

Signed: C. Mueller

Greer did his best to contain a loud laugh, and as he made his way upstairs, the smile on his face was frightening. This man didn't smile. The most you got was a half smirk before he reprimanded you. Whoever that smile was meant for was meant for was in for shit.

Greer sauntered straight into Jack's office, note in hand, and thinking his friend had found something huge in the case, he quickly ended his call.

"Thank you Colonel, can I call you back in the morning? We have an update on our side I need to follow." Jack rushed, putting down the phone. "What have you got Greer? A new sighting? Have you seen Jones? She was meant to be back by now-" Jack walked over, taking the note from Greer.

His face managed a 180 degree switch.

"Sent Jones home, she popped her stitches and needs them to heal for a day or so... She wanted me to give you her physical sign off..." Jim looked for some kind of reaction.

"Cathy is an epidemiologist..." Jack started.

"Seems like the pair ran into each other at Washington Memorial... Do you know how brilliant this is for me? Watching all the women and problems that surrounded your groin clash together?! Forget Eid al-Fitr, this is my favourite day of the year." Jim grinned, and whistled his way out of the office, leaving Jack to process the note.

Cathy and he hadn't ended on good terms, and the last she had heard, his ex was somewhere in the heart of Africa treating Ebola patients and testing through Doctors Without Borders. The last she had heard of him, he had shot a Terror Leader in a metro station.

He had half a mind to call her, apologise for how everything went over, and then he read over the note again, and then, the back of it. Recommendations made to Jones' boss, because of course Cathy would offer her two cents on it:

Refrain for allowing patient to use dual-wielded weaponry, she may tear her stitches again. While physically sound, the scar tissue presented suggests a particularly traumatic event. If and where possible, have patient ordered to talk with a psychiatrist.

Scar tissue? Jack was aware of what happened in Iraq, but he was yet to see it. Had he downplayed it in his mind? His own injuries put him out for over a year, and that was a single crash. What had happened to Candy over four months of torture interrogation?

His phone rang, bringing him back to, and he answered. "Colonel?"

"You were right Jack... Roland's 'chief of staff' has been dealing with the money and meetings through you bank statements. The guy couldn't give up much else, said something about a key... I'll have the footage to you by tonight, get Jones on it." Rogers informed through the phone, and Jack wrote as he spoke.

"I'll do just that. Thank you very much sir, this is exactly what we needed." Jack smiled, and the Colonel cleared his throat.

"Anything for the protection of America, Doctor. I hope to see a few dead terrorists on the news soon." Colonel ended the call, leaving Jack to sit back in his chair, pulling out his cellphone, dialling Candy's number. It rung a few times before she picked up.

"Jack? Everything ok?" Her voice was groggy, and Jack felt bad for waking her up.

"Can you come into the office around 7 tonight? Colonel is updating us on a new lead." He asked, and Candy let out a mumble.

"I'll bring takeout with me. Feeling Indian..." Candy muttered out, hanging up the call to keep herself sleeping.

—

The rest of the work day, Jack focused on the larger picture, talking with his team concerning other potential threats, and informing them he would be flying out in the next few days for ' talks abroad'. The team were to report to his superior, standard procedure, and the office slowly emptied out as seven approached.

Right as the clock hit the hour, and Andrew, one of the Treasury staff, bid his final goodbye, Candy walked through the door, takeout in one hand and her phone in the other. She stopped Andrew as he left, searching through the bags she brought with her and handing him a cookie, the colleague smiling as he accepted and leaving the office faster because of it.

"Bribing my staff now, are we?" Jack smiled, leaning against his door frame, watching the interaction in silence. She had changed from the morning, dressed down in tight jeans and a tee under her blazer, her heels substituted by a pair of sneakers.

"I got you Indian food and Andrew a cookie... If I'm bribing anyone, it's you." Candy smirked, handing him the bag and finishing up her text, sending it away.

"How come you have more of a social life than I do? You've been in the country, what, six days?" Jack question, taking a seat at the table and opening up the bag of takeout, helping himself to the contents.

"That's on you... I just enjoy people." Candy sent a bring his way, walking over to the laptop and pulling up the video sent over by Rogers. "If you touch my samosas I will murder you." She added, meeting his eyes and raising her brows. Jack put down the samosa in his hand, switching to the curry that was marked with a label 'Jack'. As he began eating, Candy started the video footage, dimming the lights and sitting across the table from him the pair silent as they ate and observed. After the tape played through once, Candy rewound, this time dictating over the audio.

"The interrogator begins by offering him a deal. If he helps them, he'll serve minimum jail time, he and his family can be placed in Witness Protection. Our subject promises he doesn't know anything else. What about the key? To the references? Can you give us that?" Candy quickly took a bite of her food and swallowed. "They'll kill me if I do. We'll make sure that doesn't happen..." Jack picked up a note pad, beginning to write as Candy continued. "Read the references right to left, last eight numbers are date and time. Numbers to digits... Egypt." The tape stops once more, and the pair glance at each other.

"Get Hawkins on the phone." Jack instructed, and Candy rushes to the desk, type in the floor code and extension.

"Phoning on behalf of Doctor Ryan from T-FAD. We have secured intel for bank statements. Require authorisation to request details from banks." Candy went quiet for a moment, and wrote down something on a pad. "Thank you..." she ended the call, looking to Jack. "Hawkins will be back in the office by nine, let me text Greer..." Candy sent the message over quickly, informing him to come to the office right away.

"Egypt makes things interesting... It would take, what 2 days driving to get from the testing site to Cairo?" Jack spoke as he studied the map, mindlessly feeding himself curry as he narrowed his eyes.

"It's a risky route. Iran, Iraq, Jordan all have to be passed through..." Candy agreed, not quite sure where Jack was going with this. Jack plotted the route as they discussed.

"What if he went through Saudi?" He asked, theorising. "Used the Gulf of Suez?"

"It's possible, perhaps more logical considering his ties to UAE. Their agreement with Saudi might keep him under the radar?" Candy offered, Jack then plotting a fresh course, involving Suez. The two continued in this fashion, plotting possible docking points by boat on the Egypt eastern border.

Greer arrived twenty minutes later, and coughed to introduce himself to the pair working their way across the map.

"Greer!" Jack waved him in, presenting the board. The older man looked it over, and after a few minutes, picked one of the routes plotted.

"If he's as smart as he wants us to think he is, he would take this route. Minimal restrictions, and by the smaller number of guards in Afghanistan, probably uses a fishing boat over the Red Sea." Greer suggested, and Jack nodded in agreement, another knock sounding on the door.

"What do you have for me Ryan?" Hawkins was dressed extremely well,her hair styled and pearls around her neck so large it was a wonder Hawkins still had straight posture. "You took me away from dinner with the President, I hope you realise." She took a seat, and Candy handed her the file. She read over it slowly, carefully, making sure nothing would come back to bite them in the ass.

"Ma'am, do we have the go ahead?" He asked, walking over to his computer, a prewritten statement already for sending. Hawkins looked up, standing from the seat and gave a single nod.

"I'll have all three of you flying out in the next 24 hours. Go home, pack what you need... The Embassy will be informed, you will have back up, whatever actions are to be taken next." Hawkins assured, leaving the office. Once she was out of sight, Jack and Candy shared a quick high five.

"I'll see you both in the morning... Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone..." Greer warned, leaving the office.

"Drinks?" Jack suggested, grabbing his laptop and last few files he needed from the table. Candy agreed, tidying away their empty takeout boxes and booking a cab, the pair heading down and out of the office together. Candy binned the trash on her way out, fixing her handbag on her shoulder.

"Where will you be taking me?" She asked, waving as the cab pulled up, the pair got in and Jack smirked as an idea came into his head.

"Downtown Hotel first, driver." He instructed, and Candy raised an eyebrow.

"You said you bought formal wear, right?" Candy nodded, still a little confused.

"Want to crash a Capitol Hill party?"

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Where Reopening Is Working – The New York Times

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Good morning. A retired judge harshly criticizes the Justice Department. Protesters take down a statue in Virginia. And many parts of the U.S. have managed to reopen while still reducing new virus cases.

We journalists don’t always pay enough attention to good news. So I want to highlight some this morning: Across much of the United States and Europe, the coronavirus has been spreading less rapidly than many people feared.

Yes, the caseload is growing in some places, and they’re rightly getting a lot of attention. But the full story is more complex. Over the past six weeks — as communities have started to reopen, Americans have flocked to beaches and lakes and European schools have reopened — the number of new cases has continued falling in many places.

Across the Northeast and Midwest of the U.S., they’re down more than 50 percent, and often much more, since May 1. Nationwide, weekly deaths have fallen for six weeks in a row. And Europe “seems to have turned a corner,” Caitlin Rivers of Johns Hopkins University says.

How could this be?

I put that question to public health experts, and they gave two main answers. One, the virus spreads much less easily outdoors than indoors. “Summer — being outside, warmer weather, humidity — seems to help, and we may have underestimated how much it’s helped,” Ashish Jha, the incoming dean of Brown University School of Public Health, told me.

Two, many people are taking more precautions than they were in February and March. They’re wearing masks, remaining six feet apart and being careful about what they touch. “Even absent top-down health interventions” — like lockdowns — “people want to keep themselves safe,” Rivers said.

The combination appears to have eliminated most “superspreader events,” like parties, concerts and restaurant meals, where multiple people get sick. Such events may account for 80 percent of all transmissions, research suggests. (Read this Times Op-Ed for more.)

I recognize that this is a somewhat dangerous message. Transmission rates in the U.S. are higher than they need to be, and they have begun rising again in parts of the South and West. In Arizona, where the governor has played down the virus and hospitals are filling up, the situation looks especially bad. But many other places are showing what a responsible and effective reopening looks like.

One crucial caveat is that the virus will outlast the summer — everywhere. During the 1918-19 flu, transmission rates fell in the warmer months, only to soar again in the fall. “People thought it was over,” as Apoorva Mandavilli, a science reporter at The Times, said, “and stopped taking precautions.”

Where the news is worse: A few big countries where cases are still rising — India, Mexico, Russia, Iran and Pakistan — are nevertheless ending their lockdowns, citing economic reasons.

THREE MORE BIG STORIES

1. A ‘gross abuse of prosecutorial power’

A court-appointed expert urged a federal judge to reject the Trump administration’s attempt to drop the criminal case against Michael Flynn, the former national security adviser. The expert, a retired federal judge, criticized the Justice Department’s “highly irregular conduct to benefit a political ally of the president.”

Flynn pleaded guilty to lying to the F.B.I. about his contact with Russia’s ambassador, but the Justice Department later claimed the lies were not “material.” Those claims, the retired judge, John Gleeson, wrote, “are preposterous.”

What’s next: The case will continue on Friday when a three-judge panel on the Court of Appeals considers the case.

2. National Guard reckons with its role

After the National Guard took part in the crackdown on peaceful protesters outside the White House last week, a white commander referred to the standoff as the “Alamo.” But among the ranks of the D.C. Guard, a majority of whom are people of color, troops feel demoralized, The Times reports. The National Guard is now conducting an investigation into the day’s events.

Some troops said they were so ashamed in their role that they have kept it from family members.

In other protest developments:

In a series of late-night tweets, President Trump threatened to take federal action to control protests in Seattle, mocking local officials for not doing so. Jay Inslee, the governor of Washington State, returned the scorn, saying Trump was “incapable” of governing.

In Richmond, Va., protesters pulled down a Jefferson Davis statue, where it lay broken in the street until a tow truck carried it away.

Amazon said it was putting a one-year pause on letting the police use its facial recognition tool, amid concerns about how the technology treats African-Americans.

NASCAR announced that it would prohibit the Confederate battle flag from its events after Bubba Wallace, the sport’s only black driver, called for the ban. Separately, Trump rejected a Pentagon proposal to consider renaming Army bases named after Confederate officers.

3. The Fed projects a long crunch

In their first economic projections this year, officials at the Federal Reserve said they expected the unemployment rate to end 2020 at 9.3 percent and to remain elevated for years. The Fed pledged to do “whatever we can” to support the recovery. “This is the biggest economic shock, in the U.S. and the world, really, in living memory,” Jerome Powell, the Fed chair, said.

A call for more stimulus: Treasury Secretary Steven Mnuchin called for “another bipartisan legislation to put more money into the economy.” The Trump administration and congressional Republicans have been sending mixed messages about more stimulus.

Here’s what else is happening

Republicans expect to move their national convention this summer to Jacksonville, Fla., from Charlotte, N.C., after Trump disagreed with North Carolina officials about social-distancing measures.

Speaker Nancy Pelosi pushed back against Democrats who have argued that Joe Biden must pick an African-American running mate. “I think Joe Biden should pick whoever he wants,” Pelosi said in a round table with journalists. “I would never, never narrow his possibilities.”

The final count in Georgia showed that Jon Ossoff had received more than 50 percent of votes in the Democratic primary, which will allow him to avoid a runoff and become the party’s nominee for a Senate election this fall.

Lives lived: Lennie Niehaus first attracted attention as an alto saxophonist and arranger in the 1950s. But his most lasting legacy may have been the scores he wrote for films directed by Clint Eastwood — among them “Bird,” for which he also taught Forest Whitaker to emulate the saxophone playing of Charlie Parker. Niehaus has died at 90.

BACK STORY: A film to watch now

The interruption of pro sports has led many desperate fans to watch ESPN documentaries like “The Last Dance” and “Lance.” It turns out that one ESPN documentary also offers a searing look at police brutality: “O.J.: Made in America,” by Ezra Edelman.

The main narrative is about O.J. Simpson and the 1994 murder of his wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ron Goldman. But the backdrop to the story, and to the jury’s deep mistrust of the prosecution, is the Los Angeles Police Department’s longtime mistreatment of the city’s black residents, through violence and lies.

As the Times critic A.O. Scott told me: The movie shows “the deep roots of mistrust and resentment that the L.A.P.D. sowed among the city’s black citizens over decades of abuse and contempt. The jury’s verdict — so shocking to so many at the time — is shown as an act with clear historical roots and political meaning.” (His 2016 review of the film compared it to the work of Norman Mailer and Robert Caro.)

The Times’s Wesley Morris says: “It’s one of the most rigorous, most haunting X-rays of this country’s racial crises and racist myths, from law enforcement and criminal justice to sex, sports, and Hertz.” The movie stretches over five episodes and almost eight hours, but, as Wesley says, “You’ve spent far more time with far less superior storytelling.”

PLAY, WATCH, EAT, BAKE

It’s strawberry season

For a summery dessert, try Melissa Clark’s spin on strawberry shortcake. Swapping the traditional soft biscuits for cookies gives the dish some crisp. Melissa recommends using cultured butter to make the cookies extra rich, though regular or salted butter will work, too.

Reese Witherspoon opens up

For years, agents told her to avoid playing a mother because it was a career-ender. A financial adviser warned her that acting roles would dry up once she turned 40. Yet Reese Witherspoon, now 44, has been all over TV screens lately — from “Big Little Lies” to her latest series, “Little Fires Everywhere” — thanks to female producers, including herself.

Glenn Whipp profiled Witherspoon in The Los Angeles Times, where she discussed her faith, ageism in Hollywood and how to tell stories about women.

The police in pop culture

“Cops,” a series that spawned the genre of crime reality television, was canceled this week. LEGO temporarily ceased marketing two of its police-themed sets. And online, there are joking calls to “defund the Paw Patrol” — the children’s cartoon about a team of canine helpers, including a puppy cop.

As the protests against police brutality continue, the role of the police in pop culture is being re-examined. Amanda Hess, a Times critic-at-large, breaks down the “good cop” archetype that permeates TV.

Diversions

Games

Here is today’s Mini Crossword, and a clue: Big Pharma regulator (three letters).

You can find all of our puzzles here.

Thanks for spending part of your morning with The Times. See you tomorrow. — David

P.S. Jenna Wortham and Wesley Morris, hosts of the “Still Processing” podcast, are holding an online event on Friday at 4 p.m. Eastern to talk about the reckonings of the past couple of weeks. It’s called “So Y’all Finally Get It.”

You can see today’s print front page here.

Today’s episode of “The Daily” is about what Georgia’s troubled primary could mean for November.

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Ian Prasad Philbrick and Sanam Yar contributed to The Morning. You can reach the team at themorning@nytimes.com.

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