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第5章

4:57 p.m. Eastern Standard Time

Bubba's Lounge

Chester, Pennsylvania

No one remembered who Bubba was.

The small tavern had sat there on a street corner in the southeast end of Chester, near the river, since sometime after World War II. Ten different people had owned it at one time or another, and it had always been called Bubba's, as far as anyone knew. But no one knew why.

"I guess she's going to throw in the towel," one man at the bar said.

"About time," said another.

Marc Reeves was working the stick today. Marc was an old-timer, sixty-seven years of age. He had poured beer at this bar, off and on, for the past twenty-five years, outlasting three owners in the process. He had watched the whole town go down the tubes right from this bar. In a city where damn near everything was boarded up or about to be, Bubba's was a success story. Even so, nobody kept it for long.

The place broke even-that was the problem. It didn't lose money, it didn't make money. You were better off working there, or drinking there, than owning it. At least you got something for your trouble.

There was a big old box color TV set mounted on an iron rod behind the bar. This time of the afternoon, the place had four or five daytime drinkers lined up along the rail, wasting their Social Security checks and whatever was left of their livers. Usually the television was set to whatever game happened to be on. Today was different, though. Today the President was holding her first press conference since she lost the election.

Marc had been skeptical of her when she first came into office, especially considering the circumstances, but she had grown on him. He thought she had done a pretty good job, all in all. She, and the country, had weathered a lot of storms. So he had done something yesterday that he rarely did-he had voted for her. He hadn't stepped inside a polling place in twelve years before that.

Not everyone agreed with his decision.

"I like the new guy," a fat man along the rail said. Everybody called him Skipper. He'd probably never been on a boat in his life. "What has Susan Hopkins ever done for Chester, Pennsylvania? That's what I want to know. Anyway, it's about time somebody put a stop to all these Chinamen flooding the country."

"And bring back our jobs while you're at it," a man named Steve-O said. Steve-O was so thin he was like one of those man-like pipe cleaner sculptures. He came in here and drank beer and bourbon every single day. Marc had never seen Steve-O eat even a bite of food. He seemed to survive on alcohol alone.

Marc was drying pint glasses that had just come out of the washer. "Steve-O, you've been on disability for twenty years."

"I don't mean bring my job back," Steve-O said.

A few people laughed.

On the TV, an empty podium appeared. It was flanked by American flags.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a hushed voice said, "the President of the United States."

Susan Hopkins walked onto the stage from the right. She wore a tan pantsuit, her hair in a short blonde bob. Beautiful. Marc remembered her from her modeling days, in particular a certain Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue from twenty-five years ago. He had been middle-aged then, married with kids. There was something heartbreaking about her photo shoot-she was ethereal, unattainable, from another world. He didn't have the words for what she was. And if anything, she looked even better now-more down to Earth, more mature. Marc liked a woman with a little mileage on her.

"Take it off, baby!" Steve-O said, eliciting some giggles from the others.

Marc had served Steve-O six shots and six beers in the past couple of hours. He'd say Steve-O was visibly intoxicated by now. And he was starting to pluck Marc's nerves. "You're about to get cut off, Steve-O."

Steve-O looked at him. "What?"

"Shut up or go home. That's what I'm saying."

Marc turned back to the TV screen. Hopkins still hadn't said anything yet. She seemed to be choking back some emotion. This was it, then. She was going to concede the election. She had seemed popular, but in the end she had been a one-term President-and not even a full term.

"My fellow Americans," she said.

The bar was silent. The room where she spoke was almost silent-Marc could hear the whirr and click of cameras taking photos.

"I'm going to keep my remarks brief. This was a hard-fought campaign between two very different visions of America. One vision is of optimism, understanding, and pride for what we've accomplished as a nation. The other is a dark vision of anger, despair, resentment, and even paranoia. It sees our nation as a ruined landscape, which can only be saved by the efforts of one man. And it promises violence-violence against our most important trading partner, as well as violence against our own communities, our neighbors, and our friends.

"I'm sure you know which vision I embrace. I cannot accept a worldview based on racism, prejudice, and mistrust. And yet, despite my misgivings, under normal circumstances my task now would be to congratulate the apparent victor in this race, and welcome the President-elect, graciously preparing for the peaceful transfer of power that is a hallmark of our democracy."

She paused. "But these are not normal circumstances."

Marc stood up straight. He felt a tingle along his spine. He looked along the bar at the men lined up. Every single one of them was glued to the television now. Every one of them was suddenly alert, like animals before an approaching thunderstorm. What was she saying?

"My campaign has discovered evidence of Election Day irregularities in at least five states, including voter suppression, but also including outright tampering with and potential hacking of election machinery. We have reason to believe that the election was stolen, not just from our campaign, but from the American people. We have already contacted the FBI and the Justice Department about our concerns, and we look forward to a full, impartial investigation. Until such an investigation is completed-however long it takes-I cannot and will not recognize the results of this election, and I will continue to perform the duties of the President of the United States, carrying out my oath to protect and uphold the Constitution. Thank you."

On the TV, President Hopkins moved to the right and off screen. There was a babble of voices as reporters shouted, competing with each other for her attention. Flashbulbs popped. The TV station switched to a different camera, one focused on the President as she was hustled out a side door behind a sea of very large Secret Service agents. She hadn't taken a single question.

"What does that mean?" Steve-O said. "Can she do that?"

No one said a word.

Marc just kept drying pint glasses. He didn't know the answer to that himself.

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