Fallen Angels, Season 1

Jane came up with a plan to make the money she and Dick so desperately need.

She imagined the 147 members of Congress who voted to overturn the election would pay her handsomely to write snappy little tweets they could post to hide that they had violated the Constitution.

She’d help them argue that her old boss actually won reelection because he got more votes than he did in 2016 — ignoring that seven million more Americans voted for his opponent.

When she worked at the White House, Jane was part of a team effort that made distorting reality glamorous. But alone at home, the unclean feeling that comes from scamming gullible people comes over her more quickly than usual.

Luckily, a few hits of sativa and a long hot bath wash it away.

What bothers her more is that her new business plan pays less than the tips that were thrown at her as a dancer during her college years.
 
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“The doctors who induced the coma say it would help.” Dick’s grandmother assured him.

“Did Gramps tell you I visited the other day?” Dick asked.

“That was awfully considerate of you, Richard, flying all the way to Mayo Clinic.”

“Gramps went on and on about how he admires my integrity and my desire to make the world a better place.”

“Really, your grandfather said that?”

“He even said he was going to help us with living expenses – twenty five, fifty thousand dollars – I don’t remember exactly.

“You’ll have to wait till they bring him out of his coma.” she said.

“You’re not going to keep his promise?”

“It’s out of my hands. We gave temporary power of attorney to your uncle Clayton.”

Dick’s uncle hasn’t spoken to him since Dick ridiculed John McCain for being a POW. He’d forgotten his uncle had been held captive at Xom Ap Lom.

 
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“I’ll make sure you meet the whole neighborhood.” Aaliyah promised.

“Officer Ali from the Third going to recite the Declaration of Independence by heart and Sister Reverend Jane going to sing ‘Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory.’” My girls are up for the double-dutch throwdown.”

”Sounds like a good ol’ Fourth.” Jane said.

“A huge crowd turned out last year, what with George and Breonna and all that.”

“So many mistakes were made.” Jane said.

“What can I bring?” she asked.

“Anything you like. I do pulled pork.”

“I have absolutely NOTHING to wear!” the perfectly turned-out Jane deadpanned.

Aaliyah suggested she had a sly, little halter top she’d never worn that would definitely, absolutely get Jane noticed.

“Let’s do it!” Jane said.

“And the best part,” Aaliyah added, “is that it says ”Black Lives Matter” across the front.”
 

Follow the travails of the Fallen Angels from the first installment.

The minute Jane entered the apartment she knew someone had been there – Phoebe hides whenever strangers are around.

Unsettling things have been happening since indictments over the January insurrection have been handed down.

Dick receives emails from a friend who died years ago. Strange apps show up on their devices. Their BMW was jacked up on cinder blocks one morning.

Dick and Jane are likely to be subpoenaed as witnesses in the 1/6 trials.

They know things that could incriminate former executive branch insiders – including the former president – and certain members of Congress.

When Jane opened the refrigerator she realized where the warnings were coming from.

Only her former White House colleagues knew she had been rushed to GWU Hospital after eating Kung Pao chicken during a working lunch.

Front and center on the top shelf of her fridge, Jane found a jar of Smucker’s peanut butter with a Post-it that said “enjoy.”

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“How much do you need?” Dick’s grandfather Doe asked.

Dick is facing the reality that his trust fund won’t be available until he reaches thirty.

The Does are flinty Granite State Yankees who believe youngsters should learn to fend for themselves until the age when an inherited fortune won’t spoil them.

“How is it a bright, young fella with a quarter-million dollar education doesn’t have a job?

“Don’t bother to answer, Richard. I know exactly how you fucked up your career.

”Tell you what, Grandson, I’m not going to lend you a penny. But I am going to outright give you that twenty five thousand – and you don’t have to pay back a cent of it – on one condition.”

“Anything, Grandfather.”

“You will never again text, tweet, post or get paid to claim the election was stolen.

“We really should see each more often, Richard. Could you send the nurse in on your way out?”