CHAPTER 17
Tonight’s the Night for a Good Fight
The next day Priscilla arrived at the office early. She walked down the corridor toward the Senate chamber and gazed up at the huge marble staircase because she had felt someone staring at her. There, at the top of the stairs, stood the new Republican Senate staffer, Bill Scott. Bill wore a starched white cotton shirt, cuffs turned stylishly back. From here, I can tell there’s no polyester in that shirt, Priscilla said to herself. Now he’s worth talking about. She nodded to acknowledge him, and then she walked back to her office.
Later that same morning, she sat in a dull Senate staff meeting. As she leafed through a news magazine, she paid no mind when she felt someone sit next to her. But then a tanned, hairy arm reached over and took he
