THREE WOMEN AND A FUNERAL:HOW THE CLINTONS ARE HANDLING THE HILLARY DUD FACTOR 3 by Mia T, 03.18.06 er head bobbed nonstop in servile compliance.... Her gaze was fawning, fixed on him.... Her mouth was frozen shut, corners upturned a carefully calibrated nine degrees above the horizontal.... Not a smile.... (Never a smile).... Just enough of an upturn to hide the always-present anger. His sock puppet was on display.... Finally.... He spoke for both of them, alternating between oily racist and reliable misogynist. Instead of striking out as her own person in this friendly venue--it was the...
