Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

his palm while he reviewed our motion schedule.

“Martha says the filings are clean, Eleanor,” Peter said, not looking up from his legal pad. “We need to get them to the clerk’s office before the weekend.”

I reached into my briefcase and pulled out the fresh microfilm printouts, sliding them over the dark mahogany table.

“These are the original records continue reading …