DICK and Jane had worked through their fears about testifying in front of the Jan. 6 hearings.
In fact, the “fallen angels” began to regard it as an audition, a chance to show Rupert Murdoch they’d be a perfect fit for his Fox News Network. Younger, hotter versions of Laura and Tucker.
They stopped sweating those intercepted texts and voicemails. Contradicting their own statements about Jan. 6 would earn them speaker’s fees at GOP events. By claiming “I don’t remember” to every question, they won’t have to rat out the co-conspirators who threatened them.
Jane, ever the natural beauty, would take on the casino-hostess look – eyelashes and all – if the Rupert’s lieutenants insisted.
And Dick would abandon that never-quite-convincing ivy-league accent he adopted after he came to DC. For the record, Jane hated it.
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