My days are simply running into one another.
Business interests, book club, worrying about Mercury day in and day out. She deserves so much better than that prince.
But so does our beautiful little hamlet, which is why I distract myself with getting Wanda elected as our next mayor.
Being her campaign manager is a lot, I have to say. Nothing I haven’t been through before, mind you, but a lot. I’m saddled – and I say that with feeling, truly saddled – with coordinating all speaking engagements, publicity, and fund raising. Once she’s elected, she’ll be a beautiful mayor – she’s exactly the right person to bring all of our diverse interests together and make Middle Valley the shining city on the hill we all know it can be. The details, however, are a slog.
I am lining up media training for her because I am not confident that she has the presence to command a room when she is addressing the public. I don’t know that yours truly needs the training, but I think if we take it together, it’ll help our working relationship. Her enthusiasm and work ethic are genuine, she just a little too small-time … a diamond in the rough, I tell you!
That said, we need more bodies. I can’t count on Mercury, what with her working late cleaning up our murky recent past. Wanda and I cannot manage the campaign ourselves.
I’m trying to use the Riverside as a base of campaign operations, a place where all announcements, gatherings, and rallies originate. Cassie is right there with us, of course. She supports Wanda, and will certainly enjoy the bump in receipts.
I must admit, all of this activity does gloss over the fact that I am deeply worried about Mercury and Lindy. She is ready to end it, but the roving royal is no where to be found. I have tried to advise her as to how to go about carrying out the legal ramifications of her divorce but she is hard-headed and will not accept my council.
So it goes.
I did witness first-hand the best news for Middle Valley in some time – it seems that Carson’s house is not only no longer for sale … it no longer exists! Gone. Torn down. I can’t imagine anyone was banging down that door to purchase it.
Could this be the start of a lasting peace here in the Valley? May it be so.
Jenny Page