15 Just Not Cut Out for Politics

CHAPTER FIFTEEN JUST NOT CUT OUT FOR POLITICS A few days later, Franny and her mom were sitting at the kitchen table. The front page of the newspaper was all about the new president. "Sure glad they didn't elect that Frandidate thing I made, huh, Mom?" she said. Franny knew she had almost destroyed the world again and was a little embarrassed about it.

"I'll say," Franny's mom said. "That was a close one." "You know what's weird, Mom? The Support Meter never fell to zero. There was still one person that didn't totally abandon the Frandidate. "That one person was me, Franny. After the facts came out, I never would have voted for the awful thing. But in the end, I did admire the fact that at least it told the truth. Anybody who tells the truth can't be all bad."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Mom," Franny said, smiling.

Franny followed her mom into the family room and asked her to sit down on the couch. "Hey!" she said. "My new couch! You replaced it!" It was a perfect pale green with light brown stripes, which was exactly the couch her mom had wanted at that very moment. The couch had sensed it. And down at the other end of the couch, Igor was surrounded in a pattern of dog bones and happy little Miss Wizzywozzle faces. He no longer felt like everybody needed to like what he liked. It was okay if it was just for him.

This truly was a couch that could go with anything.

Franny's mom was happy, and Igor was happy, and the couch could sense it, and it made the couch happy too: much happier than it had been when it had been the Frandidate.