Democracy

Paul flinched a bit and then laughed; Cora nodded. "I know, right?" she said. At the registration table, they helped as many as they could, but were frequently distracted (looking away). Paul eventually excused himself and wandered off to help a countryman voice-voting by yelling at the top of his lungs in the corner; Paul was careful to act as if inspecting the wall and the floor. Returning, he moved gingerly around the line of suffragettes forming in front of Cora who made an interesting pantomime out of finding their names on a council list and checking off their candidate selections on a napkin she'd packed with her lunch (while handing out electronic ballot instructions). It was exhausting, but thrilling at the same time. Paul and Cora each had The Gift and could see, on this of all days, hundreds of years of democracy in action.