Rebecca was feeling cornered, flustered, chiefly because she knew the students were right -- if none of them had ever donated to a candidate, and none had even known anyone who had put their money into the political process, then something, or everything, was broken -- and it was then that Rebecca felt that certain upsurge within her, a rising of her waters. Her eyes closed temporarily, her chin thrown back, her nostrils flared, and then she snapped again to attention and was transformed.
The rest of this story is no longer online, but does appear in the book "The Unforbidden Is Compulsory, or Optimism."
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