Vote for Lisa, the poster said.
I was going to.
“Relax, newbie. No, your greatest fear hasn’t come true.”
I huffed, indignant. “You don’t know—”
“That I develop telepathy and hear your sordid little fantasies.”
Dr. Cox crossed his arms. “Naturally you’d vote for someone who supports fluffy liberal values like energy conservation, gay marriage, cutting military funding—”
“And you don’t?” I did not sound disappointed and hurt. At all.
Well, maybe a bit.
“That’s not it,” Dr. Cox said, voice gruff. “Just not sure she’ll survive the whole four years. She looks a bit… jaundiced.”