Dana-Anne answers a knock at the door.
DA: Well, Genieveve Turner! What brings you here?
GT: Well, I wanted to return this pan that Charmay borrowed. She's a sweetheart for running all those bake sales, never mind that her rear-end gets bigger with each one, but she sure does know how to run a sale.
DA: Yes she does. I told my husband that if she ever decided to run for mayor, though her campaign buttons might be bigger than an Olan Mills portrait, she might give him a run for his money.
GT: I know a few men around town who'd keel over, which may ensure Charmay get those votes, if a woman ran for office in this town.
DA: I think we should nominate her. Let's show her we support a woman running for office, after we get her a wardrobe that doesn't look like a Kmart sales rack, and let the men see that we mean business!
GT: We'll get started by holding another one of Charmay's bake sales. Everyone in town flocks to those and we can spread the news, as thick as Charmay spreads butter, and she's sure to win.
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