Archive for January, 2009
Gene’s hands trembled with each move…
“Yeah.” Phillip poked at the cherry tomato on his plate for a moment. “What’s the other reason…?”
“I think you shouldn’t be there,” she said, somberly…
“I know, I know,” Phillip said. “It’s okay. I know it’s rough…”
A knock came at his door, and a woman poked her head in…
“All right, then,” Mr. Walsh said…
“People vote for the President?” Allannah said, her voice wavering…