THE GOVERNOR’S WIFE WALKED INTO HIS VICTORY GALA WEARING THE DRESS HE BURIED
The first glass of champagne struck Evelyn Hale across the face at nine fourteen on election night. It came from her mother-in-law’s hand. The crystal flute did not break. It spun across the polished marble floor of the Whitmore Hotel ballroom, scattering champagne over Evelyn’s silver gown while eight hundred donors, judges, lobbyists, television anchors, … Read more