“What kind of thing do you think would be worth him clawing his way into a second term for?” Sophie asked him.
“I don’t know,” Michael said, “if I had to guess, he’s going to use this sort of thing to get reelected, then he is going to cruise for four years, maybe win a little pork for his district, then retire and spend the rest of his days as a calm Mr. Grand Island. I guess I just don’t get it.”
He focused in, looking at Sophie intently, speaking directly to her.
“Why are people so content with mediocrity? Why are people so eager to follow the road map laid out in front of them? Why don’t people want to be exceptional?”
Sophie tapped on her knee, her black tights stretched over her legs and leading up to her pencil skirt.
“I think a lot of us are given so much that we realize that
