Chapter 3After a relaxing Sunday together, I hugged my daughter goodbye and left for the costume extravaganza at Braxton's Memorial Library. Nana D was babysitting Emma, who claimed her throat was scratchy and didn't want to visit her friend for a play date. My daughter secretly preferred Nana D as her caretaker for the evening. I also suspected it was collusion to give my nana a night off from the campaign trail. Nana D didn't agree with me that the event would offer a perfect photo opportunity to show her raising money for a great cause. She worried people would think she was goofing off.
I dressed as Sherlock Holmes since I wouldn't be taking a date to the party and those around me would expect an ironic yet fitting costume. Sherlock was hardly ever seen with a woman on his arm but fre
