Falling to Pieces
“My father stood behind me, delivering a monologue that had turned into a nonsensical mash of words in my inebriated state. I tried to read the motel sign in the parking lot to jog my memory. What town was I in? I’d lost track days ago.
“Did you hear me?” his voice broke through my muddled thoughts.
I blinked, keeping my gaze out the window. “Hear what?”
“Have you heard a damned thing I’ve said?”
My hand tightened around the glass, the ice cubes clicking against the sides. “No.”
He cursed for several seconds. “And that attitude is exactly why you’re losing in the polls, Joe. You have to step up your game.”
Step up my game. That meant I had to actually give a damn, which I didn’t. “Fine.”
“Have you even prepared for this town hall meeting in Preston?”
Preston. So that’s where we were, not that it really mattered. These meetings were all the same. I shrugged. “What’s there to prepare for? I’ll pull out the Joe Simmons charm and have the votes of women age eighteen to fifty all tied up an...d in the bag.”MoreLess
“Did you hear me?” his voice broke through my muddled thoughts.
I blinked, keeping my gaze out the window. “Hear what?”
“Have you heard a damned thing I’ve said?”
My hand tightened around the glass, the ice cubes clicking against the sides. “No.”
He cursed for several seconds. “And that attitude is exactly why you’re losing in the polls, Joe. You have to step up your game.”
Step up my game. That meant I had to actually give a damn, which I didn’t. “Fine.”
“Have you even prepared for this town hall meeting in Preston?”
Preston. So that’s where we were, not that it really mattered. These meetings were all the same. I shrugged. “What’s there to prepare for? I’ll pull out the Joe Simmons charm and have the votes of women age eighteen to fifty all tied up an...d in the bag.”MoreLess
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