XXIV“Justine Duchane, masters in poli sci is running town council, all I’m asking is to give her a chance to run, this is not a vote.” By the thirtieth or fortieth request Horatio Albert Urban was answering questions before they were asked. Only half the people said yes and it was taking time but the reactions were getting entertaining.
“Is she a republican or a democrat?” A wealthy woman pushing a shopping cart full of the most expensive things asked. “Or independent?”
“She’s a friend and I’m not asking for your vote,” yet, “just permission to run.” The woman kept pushing her cart, her boots were worth more than Justine’s car.
“I would only sign if she were a democrat,” the tanned woman said, “have to be in solidarity with the women and blacks.”
“I’m a woman,” another voice came from
