One month later --
Somewhere in the thick of all the deer-punting and those good meals for dinner tonight, Frank found room in his heart for a little change. Change best exemplified in 18 little words:
They're called "air quotes," Mark. Look'em up. The bear a striking resemblance to that bitchy little curl taped to the middle of your forehead.
After knocking Frank's lights out, Mark decides to fuck the wayward Senator's face with a little truth -- Mark Trail just so happens to write a nature column for the local newspaper. And when it comes out in the Daily Bumblefucker that a certain U.S. Senator's been training his sights on innocent little half-pets, all that Just for Gingers (R) endorsement money is going up in bright orange flames. There's only one thing to do.
Senator back-pecs knows it...
Frank knows it...
and even Mark might know it...
...but that two-handed phone action isn't very convincing. Your grandmother at age 16 called, Mark. She wants the way she talked on the phone with her main squeeze back.
More to come.
Bob assessment seems fair enough -- Mary looks like a reasonable person. She'll probably understand...
