Rachel looked up, adjusting her black rimmed glasses, she showed distain for Claire’s apparent giddiness over the café smells. “This bill is an atrocity. Have you really read it, Claire? I mean, it can’t pass, you understand this. Right?”
Claire stared across the table for some time before responding. “Yes, I have read it.” She didn’t know Rachel well enough to unleash her feelings about the bill. She wanted to confide in this woman, but couldn’t, wouldn’t. Her training stopped her from reacting, the voice in her head fighting her urge to speak her mind. “I understand your reaction, Rachel. But this doesn’t have to be, here’s the way it works. I need to find others to help me amend it. I will work on this, but you have a job to do too. That’s why I called you. Your show. You must use it to harp about this every night. I mean it. Each night you must have a segment about this. You get Dems on as your guests and you get the word out. That’s what you need to do.” Claire took a deep breath and sat back.
Rachel’s mouth was frozen in a constricted position, her eyes angry. “Really, Claire? You know how wrong this is and you want me to get others to fight this?
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