ANGELIC...
The truth is that we are sinking. My dad would never say how much, but I know. Margot didn't buy too much this week, staff numbers were reduced and Elliot Donneli's campaign all but came to a halt. For a politician, it is the bottom. Margot even tried to have afternoon tea with her friends - politicians' wives - today, but to no avail. Only five were present.
I walk over to the dining room table, where my dad and Margot are seated, and take a seat to his left. I grab the towel and place it on my lap.
"Good night," I said. The mood around the table is gloomy.
"Good night," Margot replies. She takes the towel and places it on her lap, quite abruptly. My father sighs.
- What's new? I ask. Gradually, the hunger I felt when I left the room disappeared.
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