The dining room in the mansion was filled with the savory smells of roasting meat, freshly baked bread, and seasoned vegetables. Marcy, with her ever-practical nature, had insisted on making a big family-style dinner the night of the debate to help settle nerves. She bustled around the kitchen, with Raven and Lucy helping her, while Jackie tried to sneak a taste of the roast when Marcy wasn't looking. The warmth from the kitchen contrasted with the tension George was feeling as he sat at the table, lost in thought.
Frank sat across from George, sipping a glass of water. "You've got this, George," he said, his voice full of confidence. "Maria's good with words, but words won't build walls, defend the town, or keep people fed. You've done all that."
George looked up and gave a small nod. "Thanks, Frank. I just hope people see it the same way."
