“You could say that. As mayor, she'll be busy babysitting an entire staff of county workers hoping to improve citizens' lives. You'll still see her at night.” I dropped Emma's hand to let her buzz the entrance bell, which suggested the facility had dependable security. The structure was a typical two-story, red-brick school building with blue-tinted windows and an enclosed playground area containing a basketball court, resurfaced blacktop, and grassy field. Old and slightly chipped ceramic tiles covered the floor, and children's art projects and posters festooned the off-white-beige walls. It was in decent shape but in need of a makeover. Luckily, the technology, talent, and curriculum were top notch.
“I want to be like Nana D when I grow up,” Emma declared while we walked to the main rec
