Chapter Six
The campaign was not going well. He’d begun to wonder if he’d made the right decision and his doubts, along with the problems assaulting him daily, were destroying not only his days but his sleep as well. Restlessly he manoeuvred his long, scraggy shanks to another position and plumped his pillow. Maybe he should have stayed with his soothingly insular law practice. He turned again and corkscrewed his bony knees foetally to his chest. Maybe he should have continued his effortless milking of his family’s lavish two hundred year old Louisiana connections.
He’d had such confidence in his abilities. Without even a shred of equivocation he’d felt his impending success deep inside his body and, yes – he acknowledged the strange certainty he’d felt – in his soul. So, he gave in eage
