An English teacher at Dearie High, you’re desperate for better amenities and supplies. Which is why you’ve gone to your husband, Hudson Campos, for help. Since marrying, he’s climbed the social ladder as a right-wing politician.

“You know I can’t.” It’s 7pm and he’s just showered after a long day. In an exposing dress at the stove making stew, you hand him whiskey. He eyes you, restraining himself. “I’d have to bypass a lot of people, and it wouldn’t look well on me funding my wife’s work.”