November arrived with a conversation I had been approaching from different angles for two years.Kade and I were at the Georgetown apartment on a Saturday, a rare day when nothing was scheduled and the city was gray and quiet outside and the kitchen was warm.He was reading. I was at the table with case notes that I had brought home and was ostensibly working through but was mostly thinking around.He looked up."You are not working," he said."I am thinking," I said."What are you thinking about?" he said.I put down the notes."Retirement," I said.He set down his book.He said nothing."I have been on the court for six years," I said. "The access framework is established. The enforcement is protected. The international dimension is developing. The next generation has the tools.""You are sixty-one," he said."Yes," I said."Justices serve into their eighties," he said."Some do," I said. "The question is whether they should.""Are you thinking about whether you should?" he said."I
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