“Now if I can just get past some of these crazy people,” she said to herself as she continued brushing them off.
Meanwhile, the congressman had been observing all the commotion over Priscilla, and he had fought his desire to step out of the reception line to rescue her. But shortly she pushed her way to his extended hand. Then she needlessly introduced herself.
“Pleased to finally make your acquaintance, Congressman,” she said as her body trembled. “I’m PJ Austin.” She had no idea why she was so nervous, but Priscilla’s hands shook as she stood before the man who she had, almost overnight, acquired incredible admiration.
But when she had said, “I’m PJ Austin,” the Congressman let out a hearty laugh.
Awed by his stately demeanor—and that he probably would be the next president at the ag
