Franks’s shoulder. “When do we get to take him home?” “Excuse me?” he asked. I cleared my throat. “I said, when do we get to take him home?” I said it carefully so he wouldn’t misunderstand. “That is what you’ve been tryin’ to get us to do from day ...
I agreed to make him my campaign manager just to shut him up, but that only fanned the flames. By the time that lunch was over, he’d made Riley my speechwriter and told Esther to beat it (twice). She’d stormed off in a huff. Spencer’s bullheadedness had done one thing—it h...