Susan Roots Out Albert as the Middle Valley Debate Unfolds
It’s debate night. I arrive at the high school in time for a short briefing from Miss Comportment (or Marjorie. I’m never sure how to address her). The public seats…

It’s debate night. I arrive at the high school in time for a short briefing from Miss Comportment (or Marjorie. I’m never sure how to address her). The public seats…
Hair? Check. Shoes? Check … and new, by the way. Suit? Compensatory navy with white lapel, well-fitted. (Thank you Mrs. McDougal from two doors down. That woman is a genius…
I need a stylist. All the big-time reporters have them these days, or share them between one another. My hair is too … something, too fluffy. I barely know what…
So, this is Middle Valley, huh? The silence here is quite deafening. I actually woke up this morning and I heard birds, which is not something that usually happens living…
That's what they'll call me.