the little guys. The small businesses, small towns. Middle America.â
âPeople trying to get by, make a decent living, contribute to a greater good through balanced taxes,â said the general. âEveryday people. Fairness in work and hiring. Personal freedom.â
âBattleground states,â I added.
Stu reached over and ruffled my hair. âBingo! Youâre getting it, kid. Youâre really getting it!â
Fine, but I wasnât sure if I wanted to get it. And I definitely didnât want him messing up my hair. It wasnât spiky and he wasnât going to make it that way.
A few minutes later, we pulled up into the convention center parking lot. Secret Service agents got off the bus first to make sure the area was secure.
âSo hereâs whatâs going to happen,â the general said while we waited. âIf they ask you what your ideas are, you just keep repeating what you said yesterday.â He glanced down at his notes. âThe bit about saving jobs and manufacturing.â
âRight.â What did I say yesterday? I couldnât quite remember, exactly. I must have blocked it out because it was so embarrassing. I guessed Iâd been talking about FreezeStar, though. âHow one plant closing affects a town?â
âYes, that. Everyone can relate to that,â the general said. âNow, as for the clarinet ⦠if they ask you to play, well, thatâs up to you.â
âIn that case, I think Iâll leave it on the bus,â I said. âAt least for today.â
Stu nodded. âThatâs just fine. Until we figure out the best way to use your clarinet playing, thatâs probably the best plan.â
âYouâre going to use it?â I asked.
âWe use everything,â said Stu. âThatâs politics. Weâll use a cat, a kitten, a grandmother if we have to.â He got that wide-eyed, lightbulb-going-off-above-his-head look. âDo you have a grandmother?â
âSure, I have two of them,â I said. âButââ
âWhere do they live? Are they mobile?â he asked.
âSure. Sure theyâre mobile,â I said. âI mean, Grandma E. canât drive at night, and Grammy S. has artificial knees, butââ
âBionic grandmothers who occasionally need rides. Weâll keep that in mind,â he said, nodding. âWhat else you got?â
Kristen looked at her clipboard. âHe has asthma,â she said.
âLetâs use that!â Stu cried. He was so excited about it that I knew he must not have asthma himself.
âChronic medical conditions are important to Bettina. Very important,â the general explained. âSheâs pushing for universal health coverage, and sheâs made a lot of changes in her state to make health care more affordable. If elected, sheâll continue to fight against the insurance lobbyists and special interests.â
I had no idea what a lobbyist was. Someone who hung around lobbies? Was it the same thing as loitering?
âAnything else we should know about your relatives? Uncles? Aunts? Grandfathers?â Stu asked. âIf you have any crazy relatives hidden away in an attic, tell us now.â
âHuh?â I asked.
He fake-punched me on the arm. âJust kidding. Who was that older guy you were talking to when we pulled into the parking lot?â
âOh, him? That was Mort. Heâs definitely not crazy. And heâs not a relative, either. But heâs kind of like a grandfather to me sometimes.â I thought about how weâd sometimes get ice-cream cones after my lesson, and how he gave me ten dollars every year for my birthday.
There were also the times he criticized me and made me play the same measure over and over again. Then he was more like a teacher. A really hard one who never gave out Aâs.
This was pathetic. Iâd only been gone an hour, and I already kind of missed