"Hold on everybody, it's Sarah. O'Reilly's got her on the screen.
"So, Governor, you must be proud tonight all those good Tea Party candidates giving Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi a run for their money."
"Things are moving in an up direction. The candidates are, I mean, look at them, they are doing all the, Joe and Rand are making the country in a good way so we can all have our freedom and don't, what Obama wants us to do. Give all the big government and the change you can believe in to the Terrorists, and Reid and Pelosi, there is not so much bad things in the foreign places that makes us look weak. Obama is going to keep all the change we have that he doesn't want.
"It's always inspirational Governor."
The night wore on and all the numbers and maps and endless interviews were beginning to wear on the little group.
Miranda yawned, "Don't we get desert or something for sitting around here all night?"
On queue, Bob let out an Oooooooooooshit!
Then it happened. Ms T spoke up from her rocker in the corner. Everybody looked at her and waited for what she had to say. Most of them smiled.
"Speaking of desert, I think I can fix you up." And she pulled a box from under the rocker and set it in her lap.
"Chocolate cake - that tickle anybody's fancy?" "I got enough for everybody."
Molly looked shocked, "Oh Ms T, you didn't have to do that. I've got a tub of home made ice cream in the freezer."
Marvin Lynn, Wanda's husband, started making sounds. "Umm, Umm, Good!" "Hush, Marvin, everybody's lookin at you."
"Put a cork in it Mama, Daddy wants some of Ms T's cake with a spoon full of Molly's ice cream on it." (Wanda didn't usually want Marvin saying a lot at gatherings. Mostly, because everything he said was connected to food and usually accompanied with a good belly slap. And Marvin's belly was hard to miss.)
Okay, now here's where we have to bring the scene to a close. Not the story, just the scene. That's because things really start to change from here on out. When we pick up again in a second, all of the little group have met their maker, all except Alvin, the sh*t ass teenager who's now a grown man.
As the only living eye witness to what happened that night, Alvin has sort of become the designated story teller. So, ready, here we go: According to Alvin, it all started when he realized that Ms T had spiked the chocolate cake.
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