A Fresh StartChapter 103 The Women s Vote
I was wrong about the effect the fight would have on the election, very wrong. Brew McRiley called me about seven in the morning, while I was still struggling to wake up. Marilyn answered the phone and then passed it over to me. I heard Brew’s voice even before I got the phone in my hands. “CARL! CARL! PICK UP! COME ON, CARL!” I fumbled the phone for a moment before I could get it to my ear. “Brewster, calm down! What?” “Why didn’t you call me?” “What? Huh? What are you talking...