I drink the wine that I let seep through my veins, letting it relentlessly possess my blood. Good come to those who wait I think. And I've waited a lifetime. A lifetime for this good that comes to me.
I look out over the balcony. I see a couple of young children fight over a dead rat in the filth and damp of the street.
I can see them, but they can not see me. Not touch me. Oh how long has it been since I was like that? So young, so reckless, so pitiful?
A smile occurs on my face. No more, I think. No one can touch me now. The inauguration is still a couple of hours away, but you can feel the air fuming with dispense.
Whether they hated me or loved me, they respected me. They had nothing but mad respect for a woman of my stature, of my class, of my delegacy. To do what I've done. No, nobody could even reach the brim of what I was doing. I had respect.