WTF?
Her mouth drops open in stunned silence as a reporter standing on the sidewalk outside some downtown office building says, “Expected to be a formidable challenger to the incumbent governor, Morris Sawchuck, seen here with his wife, Bridget, is perceived as being much stronger on law and order issues, and has made no secret that he would like to see a return to more traditional values—it’s a major plank in his campaign platform—although he has not said exactly how he could go about restoring them if he’s elected governor. He’s said to have some very powerful people working behind the scenes for him, including the former vice president of the United States. Back to you—”
She turns off the set and stares into space for a moment, trying to take it all in. She still has the image in her head, of the couple getting out of the back of a town car, waving to supporters, going into a building to give a speech or something.
“Sawchuck?” Allison whispers. “The guy’s a goddamn politician?”
She puts both hands on her head, runs her fingers out through her shoulder-length black hair, and lets out a very long breath.
“Fuck me,” she says to herself.
Allison is glad she hasn’t already called her mother, because there may be another solution to her cash flow problem.