“Politics ain’t personal,” Jimmy K said and lit a cigar. The sea breeze ruffled his silver hair, and dawn light gave his face a rosy glow. “All politics is local though. You know who said that?”
He glared at the Congressman sitting across from him.
“You don’t remember, do you? It was Tip O’Neill. Speaker of the House. A great man. Don’t know your history, huh? Guess that’s why you been such a disappointment.”
Jimmy K shook his head and puffed on his cigar, his great jowls billowing in and out like bellows. “It’s a sad thing when you forget your friends. When you forget where you come from.”
A man appeared from inside the cabin. He finished wrapping chains around the Congressman’s body.
“The Congressman don’t have much to say this morning, Jimmy.”
“It don’t matter. He’s on permanent vacation.”
Gulls swooped low when the Congressman’s body hit the water.
Jimmy K said, “Throw them birds some food.”