“Let’s get down to brass tacks,” said the reporter. She had a huge, fluffy hairstyle that I imagined provided solid insulation against the elements. Even more impressive, she’d managed to prevent even a single fleck of dust or dirt from landing on her snow-white pantsuit. Did she cover herself in bubble wrap this morning to keep her outfit pristine for this interview?
“With it being the holiday season, our readers want to know more about your childhood and your family,” the reporter continued. She and Jay sat in twin gray armchairs facing each other within her office of the news building. Annie and I stood by the door. Jay’s campaign manager could’ve given watchdogs pointers. Focus radiated off of her at all times.
“After your father abandoned your mother when you were seven, she raised
