She was able to handle about seven minutes of the speech on
the television before she walked outside, angrily lighting a cigarette.
“Lewis? Where are you?”
After a moment she heard a muffled grunt from the toolshed.
“I cannot believe that people believe that bastard. He makes
all these promises and then as soon as he gets in he turns around and goes back
on all of them!”
There was another muffled grunt.
“I tell you what, if he thinks he’s getting my vote again…”
Another muffled grunt.
“Why aren’t you upset?”
She opened the door as the chainsaw started.
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