Caroline K seems to have all the intelligence of an artichoke-typical Kennedy. If she really gets the post, I pray that one of her staffers is supplied with some large rolls of industrial strength duct tape for her mouth...
It’s over. I can’t believe how upset I am. DH took off in his car for a ride. He was crying, but I let him go. Had to tell the kids myself. Dang what a wuss I am. I made it through the actual death just fine. Then I fall apart.