She wore a bright pink blazer. Her hair was short, blond, very neat and professional looking. Her lipstick—a more modest pink than her jacket—had been recently reapplied. “Mrs. Braun,” she greeted eagerly, at least having the wherewithal not to smile for her camera and crew.

“Go away. Please, I’ve asked you all to go away.”

“Mrs. Braun,” she persisted, even as Mrs. Braun shut the door. “Mrs. Braun, can you tell us how you’re feeling tonight after learning that—”

But Mrs. Braun had no comments. How could she, this town’s former mayor, comment on such absurd accusations against her husband?