CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The moment she drove into the parking lot at the school, Wanda realized that it had been the right thing to do after all. The alternative would have been sitting around her apartment waiting for the clock to move, the polls to close and the vote count to start coming in.
She had visions of herself climbing the walls and of visitors throwing her bananas and peanuts while she shrieked jungle sounds.
People she met as she walked down the hall looked more than a little surprised to see her. In each case, they stopped to wish her well in the election, then hurried away as if they expected her to crack up.
Can I really look that bad? she asked herself. In the rest room, she looked into the mirror and decided she looked just fine. The trouble, she realized, is with them. They
