“You can’t be seen with the president.” Dick said.

“You’re going to be subpoenaed for the Jan. 6 trials and hauled in front of the Select Committee. The knives are out for you and me.”

“He’s raised a $100 million this year.” Jane replied. “He’ll protect us.”

“Just like he’s protecting Giuliani.” Dick said.

“We need money, Dicky. It’s been ages since we decanted a Richebourg.”

“We knew we were pimping for a used-condom salesman, fair enough, but then he goes and incites his dead-enders to put up a gallows for Pence.”

“Ancient history, Dick. You’re just jealous he’s recruiting me and not you to be one of his strategists.”

Dick took his phone from the nightstand and showed it to his wife. “Got the same invitation you did, Jane. I’m surprised you couldn’t read between the lines.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been invited to Mar-a-Lago to attend a fundraising event, Sweetheart.”

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

Pat Shiplett

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