a quick interval [Rafe/Jimmy]
Jun 10, 2017 10:47:42 GMT -5
Post by frankel on Jun 10, 2017 10:47:42 GMT -5
Finally, a morning to myself, before it all kicks off again this afternoon. No knocking on doors, no kissing baby’s heads, just a moment to myself. Obviously, it wasn’t a good idea to spend it in one of the bakeries. As I take a bite into the freshly baked pork roll, the flashing of cameras is very obvious outside, the media compared to my aides, are not sly beings. I can imagine the headline with the image, Mayoral Candidate Supports Local Business By Having A Sandwich. There will probably be a debate on what kind of sandwich I am eating and how it relates to my personality and interests. But not all the newspapers are so fair, for I am not surprised that the headline will in fact be Angelo Hides From Campaign In Sandwich Store, I have grown to find the media very amusing during this event.
The store was empty when I entered but faces slowly begin to fill the tables and queue up at the counter, workers purchasing their lunch before heading to the field. I notice the glances and whispers of the groups, likely questioning how they find me familiar and one likely drops my identity to them as I notice the aahs and a second glance in my direction as they confirm it. This sudden ounce of fame has changed nothing, I neither hate it or like it, I am just here to do a job.
A familiar face comes through the door, one I remember from the meetings in the pub. In his hands, a bottle of champagne, I’ve had more glasses during this campaign than I have had in my lifetime. ”What are you celebrating?” I say, as I point to the empty chair opposite me.