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“I look forward to hearing you speak,” George said “Lovely to see you again, Raive you a call”

“That would be great,” I said When George was out of earshot, my father, with his smile still plastered on his face, leaned in so only I could hear him

“Chah his teeth

“He handed it tohere, so cut me some slack I did what you asked of me Besides, I have a kid and technically a husband, and I can’t have a glass of chane? Maybe you need to add that to your political platform”

“Yeah, and then I’ll alize prostitution and call the cartels to see if maybe they want to set up sos”

“Holy shit If you weren’t such a prick, you’d actually be kind of funny,” I said A loud cackling ripped through the air and the senator’s eyes darted over to where my mother and the other women, who looked like Stepford wives but drank liketheir li,prohibition”

“Noted,” he said,his way over to my mother I watched as he used the same technique to take away her drink as he did with , and at one point, pinched his arh to where I saw him visibly wince

One thing was for sure, this life was turningbitch

“Chane, ma’am?” A familiar voice asked from behind me I turned around and found myself eye level with a black dress shirt and a school bus yello tie with pink stripes I looked to the tray he was holding and I could’ve sworn that I saw colorful tattoos peeking out on the upturned wrist holding the tray of chane flutes

I sucked in a breath

Preppy?

My hands trembled