




Tuesday the witness every tabloid has waited for takes the stand, and for two court days the room hears the story he paid to bury told in merciless detail. The defense shouts for a mistrial twice and gets nothing. Between sessions he spots an old cable enemy in the gallery and files the pettiest dispatch of the trial. The courtroom is kept cold and the days run long; Saturday he shrinks the running-mate list by one name before lunch, and that night the Jersey shore vanishes under the biggest crowd of the campaign — tens of thousands on the sand at Wildwood. Monday the man who paid the money takes the stand.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 465. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
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