The candidate visits early in the morning, when it’s still dark out. We meditate together. He sits beside me while I write. We go running together and lift weights at the Y. We talk about our childhood. We cry, like men. I wonder, All this for one vote?
Democrats: the mother who never says no. Republicans: the stern father. They both fear questions that give rise to bigger questions. They fear the alphabet, the way words can arrange themselves into any incantation. They fear the maids who scrub their floors.
