希拉里自传16

<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;">Just&nbsp;as&nbsp;I&nbsp;was&nbsp;beginning&nbsp;the&nbsp;semester,&nbsp;Bill’s&nbsp;mother’s&nbsp;husband,&nbsp;Jeff&nbsp;Dwire,&nbsp;died&nbsp;suddenly&nbsp;from&nbsp;heart&nbsp;failure.&nbsp;It&nbsp;was&nbsp;devastating&nbsp;for&nbsp;Virginia.&nbsp;Bill&nbsp;returned&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;campaign&nbsp;trail&nbsp;after&nbsp;Jeff’s&nbsp;funeral,&nbsp;and&nbsp;I&nbsp;explored&nbsp;life&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;small&nbsp;college&nbsp;town.<br /><br />I&nbsp;had&nbsp;never&nbsp;before&nbsp;lived&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;place&nbsp;so&nbsp;small,&nbsp;friendly&nbsp;and&nbsp;Southern,&nbsp;and&nbsp;I&nbsp;loved&nbsp;it.&nbsp;I&nbsp;went&nbsp;to&nbsp;Arkansas&nbsp;Razorbacks&nbsp;football&nbsp;games&nbsp;and&nbsp;learned&nbsp;to&nbsp;“call&nbsp;the&nbsp;hogs.”<br /><br />Bill&nbsp;had&nbsp;won&nbsp;the&nbsp;primary&nbsp;for&nbsp;Congress&nbsp;and&nbsp;t...