The 300 Republican women had completed the familiar rite of gathering to take a part in politics. They had driven to downtown Seattle from their homes on Capitol Hill and Magnolia Bluff, in Laurelhurst and suburban towns. They had spent a few seconds wondering if the gas was on at home. They had walked into the basement auditorium of the Masonic Temple, trilling greetings, eyeing other women's hats and adjusting their own. They had eaten cold cuts and chicken salad, leaned back, and surreptitiously eased the heel straps of their shoes. A certain air...
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