The Turkey speech (as it would go down in history) touched her but it also made her feel sorry for him. She hated when he got so awkward suddenly and that was, perhaps, why it seldom happened. Her eyes, the same color as her name sake stared down his royal blues and she stated in the most matter of fact way she could. "That goes without saying Pumpernickel. I am the best wife you could have married. I will take care of all that and more. I am not a whore....your money was nice but I considered all the other possibilities too. I've never been for sale you know."
"I am going for the buffet." She said, her hand retreating, deposited back in her lap. Where was that wine? Honey glanced over her shoulder after the waiter, wondering why it was taking so long to uncork a bottle and get it on out here.
She smiled then and said, "and you may not want to tell the voting public you're a frozen turkey. Besides, you're more like a Christmas ham." tapped the menu with a perfectly shaped nail, painted in a dusty pink pearl. "Maybe we should hire a speech writer. We'll have to assemble a team. Have you looked into a campaign center? We passed a place on the way here that might be perfect. It was vacant. I wonder if they are renting..."
And then the wine came and she grabbed hers immediately and held it up for a toast, "Here's to the best politican this town has ever seen!"