III
“Thank you so much, Kennedy,” I said to my lead volunteer.
We were enjoying an ice cream cone from the university Dairy Store on Lake Mendota. Kennedy had agreed to take charge of the event after working with me on the vote-athon.
“You really don’t have to thank me, Lark,” she said. “I’m so happy that we have a presence for Governor Woodhouse on campus. Four years ago, I wasn’t old enough to vote, and I wanted to so badly. But so many of my classmates don’t seem to get how important it is. Like they don’t think politics affects them. As if taxes and student loans and tuition aren’t decided by the government.” She rolled her eyes.
“Well, I agree with you. I’m here after all.”
“And thank god,” she crooned. “We could have had anyone.”
I laughed. “Anyone would have done a good job.”
