The glow from the television gathers in the doorway at the end of the hall.
“I can’t believe what he just said.”
“Honey! Come listen to what the asshole just said.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ.”
“Can someone please just get rid of this motherfucker already?”
His words crash through the door into the hallway, bouncing off the walls like a whisky-soaked drunk double-dipped in anger.
“What the fuck is wrong with this country? We fought a goddamn world war to prevent this crap from spreading. Now we’ve got this mother fucker proselytizing fascist propaganda from the goddamn motherfucking White House.”
“Honey!!!”
She grabs a beer from the fridge and takes a long, hard swig before retrieving a half-smoked pack of Winstons from the junk drawer. She started smoking again after the election.
“Yeah, I heard,” she yells towards the hall.
“But what can we do?” she whispers surrenderingly and takes a drag.
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