"I'm going to get my water bottle out of the car," I told Primo.
"They have water here," he said.
"I don't want to be in the photo!" I hissed.
He laughed. He is making peace with the fact that I support him, but not other Polka Dot candidates.
I slipped out and lingered long enough to ensure I had missed my photo op. When I walked back in, straight to the snacks - I was starving! - a 60ish man stopped me.
"You snuck out just so you wouldn't have to be in the picture!" he accused, laughing.
"Shhh!" I said, fingers to my lips. "I don't want everyone to know!"
"Who are you?" he asked.
I pointed to Primo. "I'm with him. He's my husband and he's running."
He turned and looked at Primo, then looked back at me. "How did he ever get you?"
I raised my eyebrows, then pulled him close so I could speak into his ear. "He's really good in bed."
He laughed. "That's the right answer!"