At six-fifteen, his campaign manager arrived and the day began in earnest — the flat filling with the noise and motion and urgent priorities of two campaigns operating from the same space. The cold war resumed its formal posture. They stopped being two people at a kitchen table and became two candidates on opposite sides, which was what they were supposed to be.
But the budget allocation document stayed open on her phone all morning, and the Kanpur model data stayed in his head, and neither of them said anything about it and both of them knew.
