Ruby Chandra de Montevideo rose to greet the trembling Senator Willow.
Otis yawned and poured himself another Southern Comfort.
The bedside lamp flicked on once more.
‘No, no, no, no, I’m not having it!’ spat Truman.
Saul Friedman stood proud, if not so tall, before the cameras.
Lucy tried one more time to persuade Saul to go home.
This is the transcript Senator Bubble made.
The raincoat dripped. His forehead dripped. Every last atom of body and soul; soaked to the marrow.
Saul Friedman paced anxiously around his office.
America was founded upon a dream. Oh my God, Senator Bubble!