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A Panoply of Sorts
By the time that Priscilla’s entourage—she, Father, Carlton, CIA Agent Froley, and FBI Agent Rothschild—reached the ornately designed cast-iron gates, she felt as if she would spend the greater part of the media session reacting to each breaking news story.
At once, a reporter belted out. “Ms. Austin, before we get your reaction to the various comments about the leaked foreign policy statement from the Hollingsworth camp, can you tell us your feelings about the reconstituted SANM Patrol Guard?”
Apart from the directness of the question, most captivating to onlookers was the seeming boldness in Priscilla’s behavior as she spoke:
I can tell you that I’m not going anywhere, and that I, like Congressman Hollingsworth, am hardly going to alter my life because some foo
