“I’ve been workin four tens, and then I’m doin this now on my days off.  The money’s good.” He purses his lips, and nods slowly, “I’m thinkin about doin it full time.”   Carol Ann King does not respond, and the man seems to realize that he’s said too much.  He smiles sheepishly.   King… Read More

Carol King slowly dries her hands as she looks at herself in the mirror.  The bathroom is empty, but she knows that at any moment, other guests from the fundraiser could appear.   She wishes they would; King hates to be alone.  She hates the quiet.  But she forces herself to be mindful of her… Read More

Carol King furiously types a response on her mobile: “My opinions of Ted and his efficacy have not changed. Yes, he may surprise us, but we have lots of real, face-to-face experience with him on which we can base our bet.  Has he ever helped us advance our objectives with the Governor? How many times… Read More

Carol King can see the protestors gathered outside the Speaker’s offices at the western end of the Capitol from her 15th floor office at 825 Congress Avenue.  She knows who sent them.   She cannot read the protestors’ signs, but she doesn’t need to. She is sure that some of them include disparaging shots at… Read More