President Rodham felt oddly detached as she watched the returns that would determine her successor. The opposition party, finally turning their back on Drumf, was running the governor of Florida Rhonda Santis, who Rodham found somewhat creepy but competent based on the times they had worked together on hurricane response (the President privately doubted if Florida had much of a future).
The President's own party was running Josie Robinette, a formerly aging male politician given a new career and lease on life by the Great Change. Robinette had a certain knack for getting along with people that the President lacked, and the President liked her well enough personally, but she regarded her as a gladhanding intellectual lightweight. The President had not done much campaigning for Robinette, pleading the duties of the office. She had voted for her, of course, but without a great deal of enthusiasm. Sometimes she thought the fact that two new women were running was patriarchy sneaking back through the transom.
Her wife Mia, on the other hand, had been out on the road nearly every day. Mia's love of gladhanding and speaking to crowds hadn't changed with the Great Change. She was still the best pure politician the President had ever known.
The President yawned. Right now it looked like Robinette had a slight lead but it was nowhere near being decided. Mia turned her eyes from the screen. "Getting bored, sweetheart? Nothing much is going to happen for the next couple of hours. How about I call some of the girls over for a little party?"
The President perked up.