By Elizabeth Warren
“I’ll get the popcorn.”
I yelled up the stairs to let Bruce know I was coming. I also had the beer and my laptop.
He had the television on, with the second season of Ballers lined up. Our son had hooked us on it the year before, and we’d been saving the shows until tonight—Election Night.
It was November 8, 2016. The polls were about to close in Massachusetts, and we were about to start our Election Night ritual: clicking back and...
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