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This year’s dinner is small, since his dad’s parents are on vacation, so the table is set for six in glittering white and gold. The conversation is pleasant enough that Alex almost forgets it’s not always like this.
Until it shifts to the election.
“I was thinking,” Oscar says, carefully cutting his filet, “this time, I can campaign with you.”
At the other end of the table, Ellen puts her fork down. “You can what?”
“You know.” He shrugs, chewing. “Hit the trail, do some speeches. Be a surrogate.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Oscar puts down his own fork and knife now on the cloth-covered table, a soft thump ofoh, shit.Alex glances across the table at June.
“You really think it’s such a bad idea?” Oscar says.
“Oscar, we went through all of this last time,” Ellen tells him. Her tone is instantly clipped. “People don’t like women, but they like mothers and wives. They likefamilies.The last thing we need to do is remind them that I’m divorced by parading my ex-husband around.”
He laughs a little grimly. “So, you’ll pretend he’s their dad then, eh?”
“Oscar,” Leo speaks up, “you know I’d never—”
“You’re missing thepoint,” Ellen interrupts.
“It could help your approval ratings,” he says. “Mine are quite high, El. Higher than yours ever were in the House.”
“Here we go,” Alex says to Leo next to him, whose face remains pleasantly neutral.
“We’ve donestudies,Oscar! Okay?” Ellen’s voice has risen in volume and pitch, her palms planted flat on the table. “Thedata shows, I track worse with undecided voters when they’re reminded of the divorce!”
“People know you’re divorced!”
“Alex’s numbers are high!” she shouts, and Alex and June both wince. “June’s numbers are high!”
“They’re notnumbers!”
“Fuck off, I know that,” she spits, “I never said they were!”
“You think sometimes you use them like they are?”
“Howdareyou, when you don’t seem to have any problem trotting them out every time you’re up for reelection!” she says, slicing one hand through the air beside her. “Maybe if they were just Claremonts, you wouldn’t have so much luck. It’d sure as hell be less confusing—it’s the name everybody knows them by anyway!”
“Nobody’s taking any of our names!” June jumps in, her voice high.
“June,”Ellen says.
Their dad pushes on. “I’m trying to help you, Ellen!”
“I don’t need your help to win an election, Oscar!” she says, hitting the table so hard with her open palm that the dishes rattle. “I didn’t need it when I was in Congress, and I didn’t need it to become president the first time, and I don’t need it now!”
“You need to get serious about what you’re up against! You think the other side is going to play fair this time? Eight years of Obama, and now you? They’re angry, Ellen, and Richards is out for blood! You need to be ready!”
“I will be! You think I don’t have a team on all this shit already? I’m the President of the United fucking States! I don’t need you to come here and—and—”
“Mansplain?” Zahra offers.
“Mansplain!” Ellen shouts, jabbing a finger across the table at Oscar, eyes wide. “This presidential race to me!”
Oscar throws his napkin down. “You’re still sofuckingstubborn!”
