“Death, it comes to us all,” Hillary explained, resting her coffee cup on the table. “For all our advances in medicine and health care, life has a 100% mortality rate. It’s the only thing that really binds the haves and have-nots, you know? The deck may be stacked for the rich, and the system may be rigged so the rich get richer, but no one escapes the end.”
Hillary leaned in, her eyes still wide and unblinking. “We are all equal in death.”
She paused to let it sink in, the smile was still painted across her face.
“After I finish this coffee, I’m getting into my van. I’m going to travel from one end of this country to the other, bringing true equality to the nation. There will be plenty of people out there who want to stop me, small minded people who don’t understand what we’re accomplishing. But one day, history will look back on this trail of death we are forging at appreciate the revolution.”
Hillary took another sip of her coffee. “You’re wondering why I’m telling you all this.”
She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a throaty, raspy whisper.
“It starts with you.”