The man chewed a nibble of jerky and looked through a stack of papers.  He tapped two fingers on a folded newspaper on top of a little stack of newspapers.  He stared at a graph.  He blew out a breath and did the tiniest of whistles.  "Not good numbers," he said.  Held a pen like a cigarette.  Got up, picked a sock up off the floor, sat back down.  Glanced at more papers.  Came to one with three columns.  "That's a lot of W's," he sort of raised his eyebrows.  "Can I see?"  More people had chosen (i)undecided(i) too.

     She came out of the bathroom totally put together.  But she didn't say anything.  "Ready?" She asked after she'd looked around the room and decided there wasn't anything she needed to do.  He put his papers into a briefcase.  "She got it for me.  Quite some time ago." 

     "I did." 

     "I think I know where we could start.  Gonna be a long day again." 

     One side of her mouth did a quick tug of expression at that.  But she said, "Whatever we need to do." 

     The sun showed a flat pile of carpet when the door was opened.  She stepped backward when a security person said, "Good morning."  He pushed her forward with the briefcase.  She waved him to (i)stop that(i) with her hand behind her back.  He almost giggled.  Then sighed.

     They'd decided to go to a campground first.  An easy start to (i)canvassing for votes(i).  Plus, they could get rid of me.  "Well, not get rid of." 

     "You said it."  She glanced at me in the rearview.  "It's fine.  I'm completely ditchable.  I'm sure you've heard." 

     The man looked at the map on top of his briefcase on his lap.  "I think we turn right up there." 

     The campground was like a ghost town.  Totally quiet and no smoke.  "Maybe we'll just go find pancakes," she said.  He was thinking and just said flatly, "Yeah." 

     "It's early," I said.  "Stop up here and I'll just get out." 

     "Just like that?!" 

     "My family's here." 

     "In this one?" 

     "Yeah." 

     "You making that up?" 

     "Nope." 

     "We'll come back." 

     "We have a lunch in..." He looked through the papers.  She put her hand over his shuffling.  "Let's get coffee and eat first." 

     "What time?"  Neither answered. 

     "I mean, if I knew, know, then I can rally the troops." 

     "We'll send someone.  To let you know." 

     "Cool.  Have a good breakfast." 

     "Will do." He put the briefcase in the backseat.  She said, "We might need the map."  I got out and started walking towards our site.

     My Dad was the only person awake.  He was sitting at a picnic table with a large box.  "What's in the box Dad?" First he looked around like there was no box.  "This box," I put a hand on his shoulder and pointed to the box. 

     "Something I got for everyone."  He looked at his shoes. 

     "Can I have mine now?" 

     "Why don't we wait 'til everyone gets up?"  

     "Okay, but can I look?" 

     "Can't you let me (i)do something(i)?" 

     "Okay, sorry."  I went to my tent.