“Whisky,” his voice purred out. “My brother is on a date with a human tonight. I thought it was appropriate to have a drink for him.”He looked...at her and smiled, tapping his glass against her own. “...to wish him good luck and all of that.”“To wish him luck, huh? I’m sure if he looks anything like you, he won’t need it.”The teal alien’s smile broke into a grin at her, and he boasted, “I’m much better looking than him, so who knows? He may need it.”Charlotte looked up at him then, and her eyes. "All over the planet people did as Laura Whiting had instructed. They talked to each other. They discussed the question. In some cases there were arguments. In some cases the arguments were violent. In a few they were deadly.In Libby a man shot his wife to death when she refused to change her mind on how she was going to vote.In Procter two street gang members shot another when he told them that he was going to vote no and they disagreed with his choice.On Triad there was another violent voting. ”“OK Dad. I’m gonna ride over to the school and see who’s hanging out today.”“Are the cheerleaders practicing today?”“I think they are Dad ... I may even stop by there just to see. now that you mentioned it.” Hoot grinned and his Dad winked.“See you later, Hoot ... have fun.”“See ya Dad, love you.”“Love you too, Hoot.”Hoot walked out to the shop and looked over his rolling stock with pride, he patted the little Ford coupe as he walked by, then grinned at his little Plymouth coupe as he thought. "You love this game, don't you, boy?"Startled, I said, "Yes, sir, I do." It shows," he said, still tapping the pile. "It surely does show up, even in those first reports, before Eddie Whitehead began showing you the film. You got a way of describin' the plays that makes it all seem like it works all together. Offense, defense, all supposed to be workin' toward the same goals, and you saw just how and where it all seemed to break down." Pick chuckled, this time displaying some humor. "You two.