“WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS dumb broad?” Reggie Sowell railed about a woman on the evening news as the broadcast played across the television screen. He took a sip of his beer and then waved that toward the screen. “I can’t believe they gave her all that money.”
Renn looked up from the book she’d been reading to see the St. Louis City Treasurer speaking to a pretty good-sized crowd. She’d been half listening. She shook her head. ‘It just isn’t worth it,’ she thought. Rather than comment and start a fight, she started to get up to leave the room when she heard the Treasurer call out the name, ‘Bethany French.’
She stopped short and glanced over at her father. He was now leaning forward staring intently at the TV screen.
Renn sat back down without even realizing she had. She watched as Bethan
