Earlier in the month, Hilda had taken great delight in tormenting Adam over his woefully inaccurate prediction that Donald Trump would “never” win the American Presidential election. He had; and as the news of his sudden rise to power had washed across the globe like a tidal wave, Adam had been forced to admit that he had now completely given up trying to predict where the world would go next. Sweeping, unexpected cries for change seemed to be occurring more and more frequently, as if the voices of once-reluctant participants in the national debate were now striving for a monopoly, longing to be heard. The glass ceiling in the Free World still hadn’t been shattered (which Adam believed firmly was a crying shame) and, at this point, expecting the unexpected appeared to be the only reasonabl
