“this road is so—" "I said don't worry, Kelly!"—a sidelong glance, a tight smile puckering the corners of blood-veined eyes—"we'll get there, and we'll get there on time." As liquid sloshed over the rim of the plastic cup and onto Kelly Kelleher's leg before she could prevent it. The Senator had been among the three leading candidates for the Democratic presidential nomination in 1988; out of political prudence he had withdrawn his name, released his delegates in favor of his old friend the Mass...achusetts governor. In turn, Dukakis had asked The Senator to be his running mate on the Democratic ticket. The Senator had politely declined. Of course, there was always the next presidential election, even the election beyond that. The Senator, no longer young, was certainly not old: eleven years younger than George Bush. A man in the prime of his career—you might say. Kelly Kelleher envisioned herself working for The Senator's presidential campaign. First, though, she would work for his nomination at the Democratic national convention.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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