January 19
by Janine Stephenson
The phone man arrived first thing
this morning. He was very apologetic about being late. He fiddled with a few
phone wires in the back room and off he went. Then we got a dial tone.
The first thing I did was call Mom
collect. She told me that Daddy was still very upset by what I was doing. They
are both worried that I’ll never have a social life because boys don’t like
girls who talk about politics. She also said that the people involved with
politics aren’t nice. “They’re too emotional,” she said. “Darling, you don’t
want to socialize with people who have no sense.”
Daddy’s friends think that he should
send me home. Mom said that he was thinking about it. I tried telling her that
Mrs. Stoutmiller is a very nice person. She’s well-respected in the community
and even does volunteer work at the town library. I didn’t say anything about
Craig, because that would only lead to more questions.
It’s much safer being in New
Hampshire than it was being at school. I reminded her about that, and how what
I’m doing is better than what other people are doing. Which is to say, rioting
and fighting.
Becca won’t call her parents. She’s
convinced that they would only start arguing anyway. Instead, she’s going to
send them a postcard and tell them that she’s having a fabulous vacation.
Meanwhile, we’re waiting for voter
lists. Mrs. Stoutmiller is working hard to retrieve them from someone she
knows. After we get the lists, then we can start knocking on doors. Right now,
we’re about to start setting up some tables. They are expecting some college
students to arrive 8 o’clock tomorrow morning. We have to be ready.
