He doesn’t want to talk about that any more than he does Cheryl’s recent traumas. He doesn’t want to face the fact that his dad is putting himself right back in the spotlight, and Archie’s only been managing to screw things up with him on every level.
But it’s better for her if they talk about it. “Yeah. He loves this town, always has. This is something that he’s wanted since he was a kid.” Even before this election was in the cards, Archie knew that. His dad never thought that he could be mayor–he doesn’t have a college education, he runs a construction business, he’s obviously non-white. It had never seemed possible. Now, after Mayor McCoy, it is. He wants to be proud of his dad for going for this, but it just isn’t happening, because all he can feel is worry. He runs a hand through his hair with a sigh; Cheryl didn’t sign up for him to unload his feelings on her, so he needs to stop the train of thought before he says any of it out loud.
She had only met Archie’s father a handful of times. But in the time that she had spent around him, she’d noticed that if there was anyone left in the world that was truly good, it was him. Archie had been a good man too, and she was certain that it was fully because of how Fred had raised him. Archie had been a lucky one. Out of all the people they associated with.. He got the good parents. “Well, your fathers an amazing man.” She said softly, curving her lips upwards slightly. “The Andrews men seem to always have everyone elses best intentions in mind. Personally, I think he would make an amazing mayor. You can tell him as such too. If I still held any sway over my mother, or care for her, I would urge her to vote for him. But.. He can count on Nana Rose’s.”
Her mother would be someone she would refuse to interact with. But her grandmothers.. Well, she could still help her, convince her to vote.
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