It wasn’t because Jane isn’t brilliant – she graduated one slot below the top of her class at UT Austin.

And it wasn’t because she’s naive – she trolled reality for the most corrupt president in modern history.

The reason Jane decided to accept the conspiracy theory project is because, for the first time in her life, she’s broke and doesn’t know where her next brunch is coming from.

Dick refused to touch the project and was appalled when Jane signed on.

Jane presented character-assassination takedowns targeting every RINO who voted to certify the election. “They were brilliant concepts,” she bragged to Dick, “and now those scumbags deny ever meeting me.”

“Did you actually expect to get paid by white-nationalists who feed lies to elderly Fox viewers?”

“Isn’t that what we did for four years?” Jane shot back.

“And we got paid for it.” her husband replied.

Jane announced she was going to take a shower.

“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?”

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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“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.”
 

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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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