Working on the last Edo elections, my husband was under constant pressure.
After one late-night session, he came home exhausted and went straight to bed. When I turned out the light, he sat up in a panic. “Is everything okay in the house?” he asked.
“Yes, honey,” I answered. “I locked the doors and the Children are asleep.”
“That’s good,” he said, lying back down, his eyelids heavy. “What about the Governor”
