GALLAGHER TO REPRESENT DISTRICT SEVEN
Sure, it was page A4, not the above-the-fold story he had imagined, but it still felt good. The new senator sat at his breakfast bar, wearing only a robe, an undershirt, and a pair of boxer shorts. November sunlight shone in through the window of his Little Italy apartment, illuminating the copy of the Omaha World-Herald in front of him. He read the headline over again, running his fingers over the print, making sure it was real.
GALLAGHER TO REPRESENT DISTRICT SEVEN
He lifted his Catholic Charities coffee mug to his lips as he read the article, then moved on to another article about a malfunction in the reporting system that delayed the release of early votes. Oh yeah, that happened, he remembered. It felt like a distant recollection, like somethin
