Jack sighed like a horse – and sounded like it too. “Look, Steve,” he said, “the numbers don’t add up in Ohio.”
“We’ve still got two-thirds of Hamilton County to come in,” Steve answered. By now, beads of sweat had emerged onto his forehead, which looked like a wet cinnamon roll.
“That’ll be ten thousand at most, and ninety percent of Cuyahoga’s still got to come in. And they’ll go at least seventy-five percent for the dark side.”
“I still say we hold on, even if the networks have called Ohio.”
“They don’t even need Ohio because they got Colorado and Nevada. And he’s leading in Virginia, too, by two percent. And Prince George County hasn’t even come in. And then there’s Florida …”
“We’re going to win in Florida, no question. Rick Scott’s done his job there. No way we’re losing that state.”
“It’s time for the governor to call the president.”
“It’s time for you to shut the hell up. Get me the right numbers, Jack.”
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