Ever since she’d been a child, she’d made big dramatic statements.
They told her she couldn’t play baseball, it was a boy’s sport, she’d shorn off her long brunette locks.
They said she couldn’t be a judge, women were too emotional to decide justice, she’d sentenced her first murdered to death in a cold dreadful voice.
They decided that she’d have to marry to enter politics, and they’d been decidedly wary when she agreed.
Smiling Madeline walked around her wedding dress, the media were attending in droves.
She’d have to thank them at the reception for widening her audience.