Page 7 of Primary Season
I bit back a smile and glanced at the rest of the staff. They still seemed energized by the end by Doug’s meeting, which had turned to expected endorsements in the coming week by South Carolina politicians. So far, the campaign didn’t have many, and none of those who expressed support could draw a large crowd. I punched the keyboard on my iPhone.
Me:You know Doug.
Patrick:I do. I’ve learned to expect the worst.
Me:He’s currently obsessing over endorsements. Looks like we’ve locked in a few from Charleston, but not one statewide.
Patrick:Guess I’m going to have to win them over.
Me:You can do it.
Patrick:But only if I have you next to me.
I stared at that message for a long time, reading the words over and over until they blurred and bled together. In the end, I didn’t respond. I just didn’t know what to say.
