Bawko

Spotlights swept the night sky. The echo of elegant jazz music filled the air. There could be only one explanation for this unavoidable display of glamour and excellence: the good Samaritan awards, and tonight there was more reason for celebrating goodness than ever. With all the recent charity drives, fundraisers and built orphanages and hospitals, not even the criminal streak of the Bad Guys could put a damper on everyone's spirits. Diane arrived far too early, wanting to of course present a punctual and dedicated face to her public. A lot rested on Miss Foxington's shoulders, especially tonight. She'd picked out her very best silky purple dress and spent an extra ten minutes psyching herself up in the bathroom mirror before coming out just to make sure she was on top form. After all, a happy governor meant a happy city. At least that's what she always told herself. Arriving an hour earlier than the guests meant Diane had very little to do. After wandering around the empty