By the time I finished the interviews, I found her alone,
sitting on the floor, streamers and ‘Elect Jack South!” signs scattered around
her, and a few empty bottles of alcohol lined up in front of her.
“So…” I began, before she held up a hand, and pointed at the
muted TV in the corner, where an ‘expert’ silently talked about nothing at all,
probably.
After a moment, she chuckled.
“So it’s official then, if even WNC
is calling it. Jack South’s going to Washington.
Despite knowing nothing and not wanting to go at all.”
I licked my lips.
“Jacqueline…”
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