Pancake Social
It’s customary to show up to at least one of your opponent’s fundraisers. I figured if I had to suffer, I might as well get some pancakes out the deal.
I’ve been working in this city for 24 damn years, clawing my way on up. I’ve served on every shit-can board. Assessors. Conservation Commission. This little twerp? He’s shooting for mayor to boost his inevitable Senate run.
So when she screamed, “The baby is yours, Mike,” I couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. That blonde with the legs just walked out of the VFW along with his political career.