I saw Mrs. Henderson at the town hall last night, you know, the one who basically ran this whole damn county for thirty years, always had an answer for everything. And like, five times, she put her hand up, slow and steady, that little tremor she’s got now, and the guy running it just kept looking past her, picking some dude in a baseball cap or whatever. And honestly, a part of me—the shittiest part—was like, yeah, welcome to the club, ma’am, nobody gives a rip once you’re not *the* person anymore, and then I felt gross for even thinking that. I mean, it should’ve felt worse to watch, right? But it just… didn't.