“Hallie, you’ll make a great wife, my son can charm the voters with his words, and you can charm them with your…” he trails off, his eyes gesturing towards my chest, and his son sees red. “Don’t fucking look at her like that,” he seethes, pushing his chair back as he shoots to his feet. “And how many fucking times do I have to tell you, I am never going to be a fucking politician,”
EXCUSE YOU?!?
