Chapter Eighteen
Over the next couple of weeks, things more or less returned to normal, much to my surprise. I went back to school, hanging out with Malcolm and Tara, who had apparently put aside their political differences and were talking to each other again. It seemed like the debate on Monday night had convinced Malcolm that Plutarch wasn't so bad, while Tara had shown some concern over the fact that Sagan had been shot by his own assistant. This was even before I told Malcolm about Sagan's true nature, which put him firmly on the pro-Plutarch side, albeit somewhat reluctantly.
I paid careful attention to the news. I learned that Plutarch had survived his assassination attempt, but was determined to keep campaigning all the way to Election Day, even if it meant having to do so from h
