Election Eve part two

It’s 3:00 AM and Governor Vermin is in the restroom.
All night long he’s been losing fluids. Mostly sweat. A little salvia during the concession speech, and now his tears.

Two Texas Ranger body guards stand mute sentry in front of the men’s room door. The pitiful sounds of the most powerful man in Texas weeping like an orphaned infant echo off the cinder block walls within.

Between the two men, Vivian leans against the door, smoking a cigarette.

When the sobbing stops, she’ll pass beyond… and extract a little additional fluid from the Governor.

Experience has shown that he’ll be a lot easier to deal with after that.

Out at the bar, the barkeep tells Wyden "We’re all out of sodee pop,"
they’ll tell him they’re out of water too, when he changes his order…
Wyden now thinks it’s time for this "fancy-ass picture taker" to leave the establishment and head back to the hotel.

There’s no reason to stay, he’s gotten the shots he’s needed. Buella will no doubt love the concession speech shots. "Froth doth fly…" Wyden chuckles to him self as he flags one of the last remaining cabs.

It’s well after four when Wyden opens the door to his room to find the telephone ringing. It’s Buella.

"I’m so glad I got through to you, You need to get to the train station immediatly! I’ve had the newsroom reserve you a ticket on the 6:10 express to Indianoplis. Seems there was a Women’s Right to vote rally up there last night! It got ugly… The police waded into them with shotguns and clubs.

"I want to run a full blown photo essay on the Women’s struggle for voting rights in the frontier states. Perhaps you can win us another journalism award with those marvelous pictures of yours!"

Wyden is asleep before his head touches the headrest. The coach rumbles north through Tennessee and Missouri, bound for the Indiana state line.