Alice Drim was standing in the doorway, more paperwork in her hands. “What is it?” Gail asked. Alice smiled sadly. “You look wiped, Governor.” Gail shrugged. “Yeah. Well…” She indicated the pages Alice was carrying. “That for me?” Alice approached and laid the pile on the desk between them. “Just for signing. They’ve all been checked and double-checked. Most of them are thank-yous for contributions.” “How’re we doing there?” Gail asked. “The war chest getting close to deserving the name?” Alice’s face cleared. “Oh, Lord, yes. We already have over a million in the till. Your handling of Tropical Storm Irene was right up there with putting a printing press in the basement.” “Even with the lesbian fallout?” After a moment’s hesitation, Alice conceded. “Even with. A lot of people are behind you on that.” Gail nodded thankfully. “Thanks. I know you weren’t so sure about it yourself.” Alice pursed her lips thoughtfully before responding.
