Stories From The 6 Train 2(194)
But even her hasty resignation has not stopped political commentators from weighing in whether the Governor has run afoul of violating ethics laws that prevent personal vendettas from being acted out using state resources.
Judge McGill, the jurist who signed off on the court order to close Kinky Amy’s has released a statement whereby he lists a pattern of intimidation, extortion and abuse by the Governor towards him in order to preserve the knowledge f a secret child that he had fathered 16 yeas ago.
Indeed, many former aides, allies, and enemies have been coming-out of the woodwork in the last 24 hours to the media - recounting a story of a politician who wielded her power and influence to get her way and enrich herself at the expense of the public.
Prosecutors have not ruled out a formal investigation and this morning the FBI and Justice Department both announced separate investigations into the administration of Governor Kate Meelios.
But regardless of what these months long investigations will turn up, it is safe to say that Governor Meelios has effectively ended her career. She went up against the best New York City had to offer - and she lost.
It remains to be seen what the city’s favorite son does next. But rest assured, we’ll be watching. So you can keep reading.
Amy
Epilogue
“Oh God, I think I’m going to pass out,” I hiss, grabbing Parker’s hand so tightly that I might crush it.
“Take a deep breath, Amy,” he says, his eyes wide and a fearful expression on his face. Taking a deep breath, he picks me up from the bed I’m lying on and crosses the bedroom, kicking the door open with the tip of his shoe. “Get me the fuckin’ helicopter!” He shouts from the top of the stairs, and one security guard raises his eyes toward us, his mouth hanging open.
“Right away, sir,” he snaps into attention, picking up his radio from his belt and talking into it. “Chopper’s on the way, sir,” he tells us as Parker hurries down the stairs and leaves the mansion, taking me out onto the courtyard.
“What’s going on, sir?” The rest of his security detail rushes over to meet us, all of them looking around as if the mansion was about to be swarmed by gun-toting terrorists.
“I’m having a fucking baby, that’s what’s going on,” I cry out in pain, mashing my teeth together, and trying hard not to scream.
That’s right, after nine months of my belly growing at an alarming pace, I’m finally ready to give birth. Which, let me tell you, feels as painful as I’ve imagined it’d be. Or worse.
“Oh, fuck, where’s the fucking helicopter?” I cry out, both my hands on my overgrown belly. I’m cursing like a sailor now, but I don’t care. Pain numbs everything, and that includes all norms of polite society.
The next few minutes seem to take an eternity, and only when my hair starts being whipped back by the helicopter’s blades do I finally allow myself to relax. I’m hauled inside on a stretcher, and Parker follows after me half-anxious, half-excited. It’s not everyday that your wife gives birth, right?
Yes, I said it—wife. Parker proposed a few days after our showdown with my mother, and one month after that I was walking down the aisle in a wedding gown. Just like in a fairy tale. One of these with a saccharine happy ending. But that’s exactly how I like my happy endings, so don’t judge.
Of course, I never expected this part of my happy ending to be so fucking painful. The miracle of life, yeah, right. More like the extreme pain of life, that’s what this is.
Thankfully, Parker’s important enough as a senator to merit having a helicopter come and pick up his pregnant wife. Seriously, I’d die if I had to wait for an ambulance and then face the traffic on my way to the hospital. To say that I’m in pain right now is putting it lightly.
Still, as the helicopter takes off and the mansion shrinks into a tiny pebble, I grab Parker’s hand and smile. I’m sweating, my hair plastered to my forehead, but I feel like the most beautiful woman on Earth right now. Why? It’s hard to put it into words, but the recipe is a simple one; just add the love of a perfect man, mix it with a baby, and voilà!
“Just breathe, Amy,” Parker tells me, and I can tell he has no idea what to do. And that’s probably why he went with that line guys use all the time in the movies. Just breathe, yeah, right; what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?
God, I really turned into a cranky wife, haven’t I?
Hours later, all the crankiness has vanished, and I’m back to being my old self. Except now my huge belly is gone. And I’m exhausted, completely drenched in sweat and wearing a hospital gown. But I’m cradling in my arms the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.