Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
Hardman walked to a window overlooking the midday traffic on Grand and leaned forward, his weight supported by palms pressed against the sill. “Let me ask you something else, one more thing,” he said. “What exactly are you looking for out of this? I mean, everything included. What all do you want?”
Lardner wasn’t sure, but he suspected Hardman wondered how much his help would cost. “I just want one thing, and that is for you to win your next primary, assuming Ingram is in the race. That’s it.”
“What about the money? You gotta want some, right?”
“No, not a cent. You can think of me as a campaign volunteer. Of course, there may be expenses involved, but I haven’t come to you to make money. That has nothing to with it.”
“Well, obviously I’m going to have to think about this for a while,” Hardman said. He stepped from the window and leaned back against his enormous desk “I know you’ve heard about how politics makes for strange bedfellows. I saw that right from the start, twenty years ago. But I’m telling you, this takes the damn cake.”
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