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I can't read his gestures. It's easy to forget that gestures are not really universal: they vary with culture
He's told me he'll definitely vote. But when I ask whether he's willing to tell me how he plans to vote, there's a curious shrug. It could mean I don't know, or it could mean What can anybody do?, or it could mean something else
I'm ready to leave when he asks about voter registration. Well, he voted in the last election, so he shouldn't need to re-register: his name should still be on the rolls. Ah, but his wife? I pull out a form and tell her the Board of Elections has to have it tomorrow: if she'll fill it out, I'll submit it for her. She retreats into the house, form in hand. And he starts a real conversation
He voted for Obama, but he's unhappy that the wars continue: the money could be better spent here. I agree. He sees rightwingers constantly on TV, and he thinks they're nuts. I agree ...
His wife finally comes back, in her bright beautiful print. I take the registration form. She has real options if the registration form doesn't go through, and I explain them to her briefly. I want to tell her how much I like the print she wearing, but she's looking very self-conscious and I'm afraid I'd embarrass her. Then I'm on my way again. Maybe I should have complimented the print anyway
But now I know what the self-effacing shrug meant: it was, simply, Don't be silly: there's only one possible answer to that question
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