``What's Hillary going to do after she loses?'' asked Uncle Chet as he served himself more spaghetti.
``Make money,'' I said. ``Big piles of money from a book about helping the poor.''
```It Takes a Banker,'" said Cousin Bruce, who'd breezed in from Springfield last night.
``It Takes a Broker,''' said Uncle Chet.
``And her buddy Spitzer could write `It Takes a Hooker,''' I said just before my brain engaged and Hon shot me a dark look.
``What's a hooker?'' asked Buddy, our 7-year-old.
``Yes,'' said Hon. ``Why don't you explain that, Daddy?''
``It's a bad word that slipped out of my mouth,'' I said. ``Basically, it means someone who will do anything for money.''
``Will Hillary do anything for money?'' he asked.
``Probably not, anything,'' I said.
``What won't she do?'' asked Cousin Bruce with a smirk on his face.
``I have no idea,'' I shrugged my shoulders.
``After she drops out, after Pennsylvania, she'll go back to the Senate and pick up where she left off,'' said Hon. ``She's got four years left on this term.''
``Do you think she can get re-elected, after this?'' said Alice.
``Probably,'' said Hon. ``Who can beat her?''
``Someone with a good memory,'' said Uncle Chet. ``Someone who keeps tabs on all the lies.''
``Sounds like he's talking about himself,'' said Cousin Bruce.
``No, I'm too old, like McCain,'' said Uncle Chet. ``But she's vulnerable. The more she talks, the lower she sinks in the polls, even in New York. The only thing keeping her afloat is big money.''
``And Obama's got more of that,'' I said, pouring myself some wine.
``No, he doesn't. He's got more donors, but they're mostly small potatoes, like me,'' said Uncle Chet. ``Clinton's got the fat cats because they know she's one of them. And she'll have them when she runs for re-election, but I think Obama's showing us how to beat her.''