Claire Assex rolled her eyes. “What’s the big deal now? You’re only a student. Do you need to be concerned about national issues all day long? You might as well look after your mother whose foot is injured. Come over and help massage it for me. My hand hurts,” she said.

“I’m serious. It’s about Alex Rockefeller,” Beatrice Assex said.

Claire’s eyes immediately lit up. “Did they catch that traitor? Great. I’m all for it. Wait a second. Your sister hasn’t gotten a divorce with this piece of tras