“I’m not currently speaking to Alec.” Well, he doesn’t know that-but that doesn’t make it any less true. “Is Alec going with you to the polling place?” “Early is on time and on time is late,” I say, pulling up my other knee. You even showed up two weeks before your due date.” She takes a sip of coffee, thinking, then shrugs. “Mom.” I peer around my knee to give her a look. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t oversleep for the big day.” “Morning, sweetie.” My mother is standing in the doorway of my bedroom, holding her nurses call the shots coffee mug. At the foot of my bed, my Maine Coon, Selma, does her own kitty stretches, flexing her furry paws.
“Come in.” I bring my right knee up to my chest to stretch my lower back.
I’m still doing my morning stretches when there’s a knock at my door. But not just any election day-it’s the first one that I’ll be able to vote in. I don’t like it when people make hyperbolic statements, so I really mean it when I say I’ve been waiting for this day my entire life.
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