Fiorella isn't feeling well today. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's something she ate, maybe it's the horrible dream she had last night about the time she ran for public office--which she will never do again even if her election was assured doubly over....
Politics are dirty--nothing is off the table, even in local politics, and Fio's opponent (let's call her XXX) was as dirty as they come. Nothing was out of bounds for her. Although she wasn't a church-goer, XXX made a big production of joining Fiorella's church half-way through the campaign. She also hired a teenager to pretend to want to help Fio put up campaign signs, then toss them in the dump when your girl's back was turned. A couple more of XXX's little tricks were (1) to move some of Fio's garbage into neighbors' cans up the street so it looked like your girl wasn't paying her due, (2) telling parents whose children had special needs that your girl was against programs for their children when one of Fiorella's own children had needed special help at one time and (3) persuading Fio's neighbor across the street to vote for XXX because one of her church mates who was supposedly dying made her promise to do so.
As you can tell, Fiorella still feels the sting. Never will she understand why people have to bite other people, but maybe that's the way of the world and Fio is their daily treat.
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