Howard was disappointed--he hadn't got one write-in vote on Super Tuesday. His wife told him he should have spoken more about issues of substance rather than ducking issues he was uncomfortable with . . .
Lucy May was tired of having to explain to fools that just didn't listen: She was not an upholsterer recovering sofas and car seats, but a pollster, trying to see who was where in the ranks of politicians running for office . . .
Tracy--always looking for "the deal"--had yet to make his first big killing, but he wasn't discouraged. For the time being, mice and crickets were OK. These things take time . . .