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right. But he also knew a harsh political fact of life: there was no more money for these children.
    The State of Texas was broke.
    He turned back to the book and read another passage—the little llama named Lloyd now thought a kangaroo might be his mama—then again showed his audience the picture, which evoked another loud "Aah" and " canguro " from the kids. They were bright-faced and wide-eyed and seemed to be enjoying themselves, English-language skills notwithstanding. A few listened intently, but most were too busy eating peanut butter crackers and sucking on juice boxes to pay attention. At the back of the classroom, two cameras captured the moment; one was from a local TV station, the other from a private production studio. These kids didn't know it, but they would soon be starring in a "Bode Bonner for Governor" commercial.
    Mandy had arrived early to set up the event. She chatted with the TV reporter and checked the production camera to ensure the angle caught Bode in his best light; she looked incredibly sexy in a skintight knit dress, the perky blonde cheerleader-turned-political aide. He wondered if she had any underwear on.
    Jim Bob stood in the corner, as if he'd been put in time-out with an iPhone. He seemed pleased. Because he had dreamed up another brilliant campaign photo op: the Republican governor reading to a bunch of kids. And not rich white kids in West Austin, but poor brown and black kids in East Austin. West of Interstate 35 was downtown, the State Capitol, the Governor's Mansion, lakefront estates, and rich white people; east of the interstate was the city dump, crime, and poor black and brown people. Democrats. The Republican governor had a sneaking suspicion that his political strategist had intentionally sent the governor's wife out of town so he'd have to read to these kids. He looked back down at the book and read the final passage when the little llama finally found his mama llama.
    " ' " My mama's a … llama! And this is … the end." ' "
    Praise the Lord. Bode turned the book so the kids could see the picture of the mama llama cuddling the little llama. One kid pointed at the book and said, " Un camello ." The others nodded.
    Un camello? A camel?
    "No, no, it's not a camel," Bode said. "It's a llama."
    Their faces were blank.
    " Una llama ," he said, even though he had no idea if that were the correct translation.
    From his audience: "Aah."
    " ¡Un libro más! " one cute little girl with dangly loop earrings said.
    Un … one … más … more … libro … book? She wanted him to read another book? Not only no, but hell no.
    "Oh, I'd love to, kids, but the governor's got to take care of some real important state business."
    The teacher, a sweet-faced young woman named Ms. Rodriguez, stepped to the front of the classroom and said, "Well, Governor, that was, uh … that was wonderful. Thank you so much for visiting our class today. Children, let us thank the governor with a big round of applause."
    The kids didn't make a move.
    So she said, " Niños, dénle un fuerte aplauso al gobernador. "
    Now they clapped—as if they'd been told they had to come to school that Saturday. The teacher forced a smile for Bode.
    "Thank you, Governor. I am sorry Mrs. Bonner could not come today. She has adopted our school, as you know—"
    He didn't know.
    —"and spends entire days in my classroom, tutoring the children, trying to teach them English."
    So that's what she did with her days while he played golf with lobbyists.
    Ms. Rodriguez's soft brown eyes took in her charges, now experiencing a collective sugar high from the juice: the boys, booger-farming, butt-scratching, crotch-grabbing, pushing and shoving and taunting—
    " ¡Cabrón! "
    Ms. Rodriguez's eyes flashed dark.
    "Ricardo!"
    She glared at the boy and put a finger sharply to her lips, as if to say, Watch your mouth!
    —and the girls, twirling around in their fluffy dresses or colorful sweat suits and singing Tejano tunes and smelling of