Meanwhile, back at the diner, Hiram had agreed, to give a class in political science to the interested parties. That would be Faith, Reverend Ross, Steve, the quirky brother, as well as Foster, the nephew. Just accidentally dropping by were Stormy, Clair Voyant, and Fern and Deana.
Hiram tapped a glass with a fork, cleared his throat and began:
"My friends, I've been asked numerous times about how serious I am in seeking the US Presidency.
"The answer is 'passionately' serious.
"Presidents are not elected according to the popular vote but by the terms and conditions of the Electoral College.
"And if, when the electoral votes are counted no candidate has a majority, the US House of Representatives chooses the President from the top three electoral vote-getters.
"So, the task before us is to hang on and in. To see that no candidate garners a majority of the electoral votes but that we are also in the top three."
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Back to Snapsville International:
She was about 35, and nicely dressed. Josh was unaware whether she was pretty. He was more inclined to be sick at his stomach.
He inquired, "Are you a relative of Mr Witherspoon?"
"Heavens, no. I'm just a little old CPA. My client is the Times, the New York Times.
Seeing that they get their money's worth."
"Ah-ha, now this is beginning to make sense."
She had a key to the guest-house, whereupon Josh unloaded the luggage, collected his fee and excused himself, without incident, while the old man napped.
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