CHAPTER 13
The Real Pillar
Priscilla rushed home from that extraordinary day of triumph. It was Thanksgiving eve, and her parents were arriving to pick her up for the drive to Indianapolis, where the plan was to spend Thanksgiving with the Austin clan.
She leaped at the phone when it rang soon after she came in the door. When she heard her mother’s voice, Priscilla was excited. “Momma, I’m here. Are you and Daddy on your way over?”
“No.” Liza’s voice was flat, almost mechanical. “We’ve taken a room at a hotel nearby. And we want you to come over here. We’re ready for dinner.”
Still exuberant from the victory in the Senate chamber, Priscilla did as her mother asked. She had no premonition of what was to come. She still had no idea why Nelson had asked her to relocate closer to home. In
