wearing a sock-like bandage for, Boss?"
The derogatory way he said boss and the way he sized up his office, gave Crowe the impression Willie Joe believed he was a short-timer. "Right in the middle of my interview with that Maddock bitch, a blood vessel broke. God it
was painful."
A lopsided smirk formed on Willie Joe's face. "Oh. And how did the show
go, Boss?"
"Not so good. Didn't you watch it?"
"Nahhh. I swore I'd never watch that communist propagandizing network.
Besides, Mondays are my bowling nights. We won three games. In second place
now." He watched it. His whole manner screams he watched and his whole
insides are giggling.
"Congrats." You ungrateful piece of Mississippi mud.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." If his dumb ass wasn't my sister's deadbeat husband…
Willie Joe stuck a finger up a nostril and reamed his nose.
Eeewwww! Crowe cringed and handed him a Kleenex. "Thanks."
Crowe leaned back in his seat and cupped his hands. "You're welcome. Tell
me, Willie Joe, do you believe in our lord, Jesus Christ?"
He dipped an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Of course I do."
"That's nice. You do know many of the things Jesus is known for are
communal?"
"What do you mean?"
"Healing the sick, feeding the hungry, taking from the rich and giving to the poor."
Willie Joe winced and scratched his neck just below the ear. "Wasn't that
Robin Hood, who stole from the rich?"
Overlooking the fact that he'd recently called Winfred Opry a communist
bitch, Crowe nodded and went on, "Ah-huh, Jesus, Robin Hood, and Zorro, they were all communists."
Willie Joe's brow furrowed deep. "What are you saying? That Jesus would
watch that communist network over Wolf News?"
"It's possible. Jesus might find more in common with Fair News than Wolf
News, but that's beside the point. What I'm saying is, it's not a good idea to label things."
Willie Joe cocked his head and pursed his lips. "Hmm, never thought about
it like that."
"Well you should. Now, have we found anything out about the Cummings
and Rollins women, yet?"
"Cummings, so far she's squeaky clean, but we're digging deep. They did
find out a juicy one about the Rollins woman, though."
Crowe waited for him to continue and when he didn't, Crowe prompted
him. "Yeah. What?"
Willie Joe cast a huge grin. "She's a queen."
Crowe was puzzled. "Queen? Queen of what? Who?"
"You know, a homo?"
Shaking his head Crowe corrected him. "Willie, queen usually refers to an
effeminate, gay man."
Willie suddenly found something of interest in the ceiling. "Uh, I guess I
meant, lesbo. Our sources say she's not blatant about it, but she likes chicks."
Crowe sighed, "That's good Willie, but being gay doesn't have the oomph,
the pizzazz it had ten tears ago. Especially, if the subject isn't hiding it. Just keep working on it, everyone has secrets."
~ * * ~
"Hello?"
"Hi, Dillon. This is Sally Cummings."
"Hi, Sally. Are you and Lindy all set for tomorrow morning?"
"Oh yes. I can't speak for Lindy, but I keep pinching myself to make sure
I'm not dreaming. Dinner with Winfred tomorrow and then the main guest on
her show the following morning. Ooh, it's flat out unbelievable."
"Don't underestimate your importance Sally. You are a rising star."
"Yes with a lot of help from Winfred. I can't thank her enough. Dillon, I
called for a reason."
"Yes?"
"We have brought in a seasoned campaign strategist to run our party."
"That's good, who is she?"
Sally snickered. "She's a he. We hired Lee Casey and we'd like to bring him on the show if it's all right."
"I think that'll be fine. I hope I'll be able to get a third room."
"If you can't, don't worry Lindy and I can double up."
Chapter Nine – Dinner
To lodge all power in one party and keep it there is to insure bad government
and the sure and gradual deterioration of the public morals. - Mark Twain
Like before, Dillon Reed picked them up the next day in a shiny black
limousine at Midway Airport.
"Where are going?"
The derogatory way he said boss and the way he sized up his office, gave Crowe the impression Willie Joe believed he was a short-timer. "Right in the middle of my interview with that Maddock bitch, a blood vessel broke. God it
was painful."
A lopsided smirk formed on Willie Joe's face. "Oh. And how did the show
go, Boss?"
"Not so good. Didn't you watch it?"
"Nahhh. I swore I'd never watch that communist propagandizing network.
Besides, Mondays are my bowling nights. We won three games. In second place
now." He watched it. His whole manner screams he watched and his whole
insides are giggling.
"Congrats." You ungrateful piece of Mississippi mud.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." If his dumb ass wasn't my sister's deadbeat husband…
Willie Joe stuck a finger up a nostril and reamed his nose.
Eeewwww! Crowe cringed and handed him a Kleenex. "Thanks."
Crowe leaned back in his seat and cupped his hands. "You're welcome. Tell
me, Willie Joe, do you believe in our lord, Jesus Christ?"
He dipped an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Of course I do."
"That's nice. You do know many of the things Jesus is known for are
communal?"
"What do you mean?"
"Healing the sick, feeding the hungry, taking from the rich and giving to the poor."
Willie Joe winced and scratched his neck just below the ear. "Wasn't that
Robin Hood, who stole from the rich?"
Overlooking the fact that he'd recently called Winfred Opry a communist
bitch, Crowe nodded and went on, "Ah-huh, Jesus, Robin Hood, and Zorro, they were all communists."
Willie Joe's brow furrowed deep. "What are you saying? That Jesus would
watch that communist network over Wolf News?"
"It's possible. Jesus might find more in common with Fair News than Wolf
News, but that's beside the point. What I'm saying is, it's not a good idea to label things."
Willie Joe cocked his head and pursed his lips. "Hmm, never thought about
it like that."
"Well you should. Now, have we found anything out about the Cummings
and Rollins women, yet?"
"Cummings, so far she's squeaky clean, but we're digging deep. They did
find out a juicy one about the Rollins woman, though."
Crowe waited for him to continue and when he didn't, Crowe prompted
him. "Yeah. What?"
Willie Joe cast a huge grin. "She's a queen."
Crowe was puzzled. "Queen? Queen of what? Who?"
"You know, a homo?"
Shaking his head Crowe corrected him. "Willie, queen usually refers to an
effeminate, gay man."
Willie suddenly found something of interest in the ceiling. "Uh, I guess I
meant, lesbo. Our sources say she's not blatant about it, but she likes chicks."
Crowe sighed, "That's good Willie, but being gay doesn't have the oomph,
the pizzazz it had ten tears ago. Especially, if the subject isn't hiding it. Just keep working on it, everyone has secrets."
~ * * ~
"Hello?"
"Hi, Dillon. This is Sally Cummings."
"Hi, Sally. Are you and Lindy all set for tomorrow morning?"
"Oh yes. I can't speak for Lindy, but I keep pinching myself to make sure
I'm not dreaming. Dinner with Winfred tomorrow and then the main guest on
her show the following morning. Ooh, it's flat out unbelievable."
"Don't underestimate your importance Sally. You are a rising star."
"Yes with a lot of help from Winfred. I can't thank her enough. Dillon, I
called for a reason."
"Yes?"
"We have brought in a seasoned campaign strategist to run our party."
"That's good, who is she?"
Sally snickered. "She's a he. We hired Lee Casey and we'd like to bring him on the show if it's all right."
"I think that'll be fine. I hope I'll be able to get a third room."
"If you can't, don't worry Lindy and I can double up."
Chapter Nine – Dinner
To lodge all power in one party and keep it there is to insure bad government
and the sure and gradual deterioration of the public morals. - Mark Twain
Like before, Dillon Reed picked them up the next day in a shiny black
limousine at Midway Airport.
"Where are going?"
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