March 25, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
We work until 7 p.m. and then Craig drives me home. He and Becca go to their volunteer housing. Becca moved to a local convent. She says the space is beautiful, and she wonders why she never saw it before. Craig stays at a donor’s house. He says that he tries very hard not to disturb the family, and acts as respectful as possible.
I wish I could stay with Becca. It’s very hard to come home after spending all day at the office. My parents aren’t giving me any more trouble about working for The Senator. Instead, they’re treating me like I’m a child.
“Did you eat dinner?” Yes, I ate dinner.
“You better go to bed early if you want to wake up in time tomorrow?” Yes, I can take care of myself.
Other times it isn’t so obvious. They look at this as a “learning experience” which makes it seem less important. Like I’m doing this for fun. Don’t get me wrong, it is fun. But we want The Senator to be in the Oval Office. This is not a vacation.
Mom asked me if I was going to work for Bobby. “He’s such a handsome man. Why don’t you get to meet some of his volunteers?”
I’m not trying to find a good man to marry. I’m trying to get a good man to be President.
Maybe I need to stay at the convent with Becca.
