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cost us is the utilities, which I
    understand will still be fairly substantial."
    "Who's the owner?"
    Lindy shrugged. "Don't know him. Kelly brought this in not an hour ago.
    The owner is a friend of Kelly's husband named William Jones. From what Kelly
    says, the building has been vacant for over a year and Jones will at least get a write off with us in there." She lifted and jangled a ring with at least a dozen keys. "It's only twenty miles away. Wanna go look?"

    Meandering through the one story office building, Sally turned to her
    friend. "Lindy this building is a…effing mess."
    Lindy grasped Sally's arm. Yes, but it's virtually in D.C. and costs us
    nothing."
    Sally's eyes began to water. "It doesn't matter. There's graffiti & vandalism and it's a big old barn. No offices, no furniture. I wouldn't know where to start."
    "We start by sectioning off an area…say four thousand feet by the entrance
    into a reception area, a call center with cubicles, a conference room, a break room and a couple offices."
    "And how do we furnish it?"
    "With donated or loaned office furniture. What we can't borrow or beg, we
    buy. We're not broke, we have money and we have money coming in."
    Sally took a deep breath. "All right, let's go for broke. I'm counting on you to make this fly."
    "With a little help from our friends and members, I will. Wait a minute, I
    have a text."

    Lindy, where are you? All hell is breaking loose.
    Call me, Brenda
    "Christ! It's from Brenda. She says all hell has broken loose and wants me to call." Lindy punched in Brenda's number and waited for her to answer.
    "Lindy, I need you. A barrage of hits caused our web site to crash and
    Twitter and Facebook are going absolutely nuts."
    "I don't understand. Is something causing this?"
    "You might say that. You know that nutty right wing talk show guy?"
    "Which one, there're so many and they're all nutty?"
    "The big one—the pope of the Republican Party."
    "Oh him. What about him?"
    "It's all over the news. He started ranting and raving about some poor
    Georgetown University law student, calling her a slut and prostitute and a whole lot more. Lindy, I've never seen everyone so mad. Men and women, but mostly
    women. I swear, if he were to wander into a crowd of these women he could get
    torn to pieces."
    "That's good."
    "You want to see him killed?"
    "Hmm, have to think about that one. I guess not. No honey, it's good for
    us." "I'll say. We signed three thousand new members this morning, but we're not getting any now because the site crashed."
    "I'm on my way."
    "What's happening?" Sally asked.
    "Our website crashed. I'll explain on the way back."

    ~ * * ~
    Lindy dropped Sally back at her congressional office and took off.
    Sally stopped at her secretary's desk. "Hi Millie. It's been quiet, I hope."
    "Hello, Ms. Cummings." Millie lifted a small stack of message slips. "Not that quiet. Here are your messages"
    Sally swallowed and thumbed through the messages. Six women wanting
    to run for office, an advertising agency offering their services at a discount, a blogger, a local reporter and a local TV news show wanting to interview her.
    "These came in since I was gone?"
    "No, those are only half. I put the rest in your office. The phone hasn't
    stopped—"
    "Congresswoman Cumming's office."
    "I'm only taking messages right now. Give me your name, contact
    information and what you're calling about." Mille began to write on the tablet.
    "Spell your last name for me."
    "Uh-huh."
    "Okay. I will pass this on to the congresswoman. Thank you for calling."
    Millie ripped the slip off and handed it to Sally. "Someone running for mayor in Showlow, Arizona. Are you interested?"
    "I'm interested in all of them. I just need the time and manp…I mean
    womanpower to get all this done. Where's Brenda?"
    "Gone, she had some kind of emergency.
    "Millicent, I'm so sorry. I never dreamed."
    "Actually, I don't mind. You're doing good work and I'd rather be really
    busy than make busy, if