Jimmy watched his girls retreat (at last!) into the kitchen. No he didn’t want tea, thank you very much. He was trying to watch the news while they nattered on about wherever the hell it was Frankie had been. A guy could hardly hear with that racket. He stood close to the TV and stared down into the set until they got the message. Then he cranked the volume and flopped back into his chair.
Though he had to wonder why he turned the news on day after day. Each report was as bad the last, and sometimes worse. Everybody foaming around the mouth about jobless rates. And now, Jesus H. Murphy, this here election. But maybe Kesler and those separatist kooks would give Lougheed a run for his money. Jimmy swatted at the air. Blah, blah, blah, he wasn’t voting anyway.
He didn’t give a f**k about an
