"And get us some pizza! I want the largest Italian sausage pizzas, get five… no, ten of them!"
"And coffee! I want the largest cup of black coffee. We need caffeine—a lot of it!"
"No one sleeps tonight!"
As Karen's commands echoed, the frozen atmosphere shattered. Desperation gave way to frantic activity, and the entire campaign headquarters came alive once more.
Frank returned quickly.
He was hauling two enormous cardboard boxes, filled with string-bound notebooks whose covers were worn and pages had yellowed with age.
Those were the membership rosters for the Pittsburgh Steel Union from the past thirty years.
Every page was densely packed with names, addresses, and phone numbers.
Some of the handwriting was blurry, and some pages were stained with grease and coffee.
But every name recorded on them belonged to a steelworker who had once shed sweat and blood for this city.
Over by Sarah, the printer was also working furiously.
