The state she was in? Nebraska, Ellen joked, but it was not what Francine meant. For a lady whose first vote was for Adlai Stevenson, she was still sharp and searching. She understood more than she let on and understood how little she understood. “What state are you in?” Francine said. “How does he make you feel when he is looking at you and how does he make you feel when his back is turned? The difference between those will tell you everything.” Ellen felt around for a fitting description. “It’s when,” she said, stumbled, stalled, started over. “It’s when please isn’t a request but a demand.” As soon as she finished, she feared that she had been too abstract, but Francine was murmuring knowingly on the other end of the line.
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