With the election getting closer to the end, Wendy's boss told her to turn the article in the afternoon because she is running out of time to continue asking people who they would like to see as the next President of the country. Wendy did have a second conversation with Mark. He told her that he wouldn't mind proofreading her latest article. Wendy usually does that on her own, but she was happy to let someone read her stuff so there wasn't anything she missed.
So Wendy invited Mark over that same evening for supper, which he accepted.
"Thanks for inviting me to join you. You're the first neighbor who has done something like this," Mark told her.
"You're welcome, Mark."
Over dinner, they talked to get to know one another. Wendy told herself he sounded like a friendly person. It looked like to her that he could use more friends since he hadn't been in Biggs very long.
"When do you need to turn this in for the paper, Wendy?"
"Deadline isn't far away. My boss wants it turned in by tomorrow afternoon since the election is on Tuesday."
"No wonder you have to rush on this one. I'll just stay here until I'm done looking over your article. When I'm done with this, I'm out of here."
"Thanks for looking it over. I usually e – mail my friends before I turn something before the deadline, no matter what the topic is. I edit all the work myself, but I wouldn't mind having another pair of eyes."
"I see your point. Are your friends having a look at this piece you're working on?"
"They already looked at it. Some of them have been looking at the same person. I still bet you that Hillary will win this one."
"I agree with you. I'm not crazy about Bernie or Trump, but I do like to see a change. That will be neat that we might see a woman running the country."
"I can't argue there, Mark. This is why I like her. My parents also were Democrats, and I have the feeling they would like seeing a woman for a change."
"I already voted, Wendy. I am happy that I did it early."
"I'll vote on Tuesday. That's how I usually do it. Would you like another glass of wine?"
"Yes, please. My glass is already empty."
Wendy got up from her seat and took their glasses. She grabbed the wine bottle a second time and poured a second time. He thanked her when she rejoined him at the table.
"Where is your article?" Mark asked.
"I'll go get it. You stay right here."
Mark watched as Wendy walked over to the coffee table where she left it.
"Mind if I ask a question, Mark?"
"Sure. I have time to answer any question you want."
"This is the only one I have left. Are you good at English?"
"I do okay, but it wasn't one of my best subjects when I was in school. I was more into theater and math."
"I was good at English and history. What got your interested to get involved with theater?"
"I was interested because a few of my friends did and told me to give it a shot," Mark answered.
"I like the idea your friends liked it. Would you like to have some dessert while you're looking over the article?"
"Yes, please. What are the choices?"
"Ice cream, pudding, and key lime pie. I made the pudding and pie earlier today since you're the guest."
"That's very kind of you, Wendy. I'll take both the pie and pudding."
"Okay. I wasn't so sure what you liked better, so I ended up making both."
Mark started looking at her article.
"This name sounds familiar," he said when Wendy gave him the food.
He thanked her as she sat down at her seat once again.
"Which name is that?"
"Jay McCarey. I have a cousin who enjoys Jay's music. I am more into classical music."
"I do have a question or two about Jay."
"What are the questions?"
"How did you interview Jay that made you add his name in the article?"
"I actually did the interview over the telephone. He sounded busy at the time I called. He said he might not vote this time since his candidate dropped out and is very busy. He still doesn't like either Hillary or Trump."
"I see. My last question is, are you related to Jay?"
It isn't the first time Wendy has heard this type of question.
"Yes," she answered.
"That's pretty awesome. My cousin was the one who wanted me to ask."
"I've been hearing that question a lot. I'm sure Jay has also. People know who I am because I happen to be a reporter."
"That makes sense," Mark replied as he took a bite of Wendy's key lime pie.
"This pie is delicious. Am I allowed to have seconds?"
"Of course. Are you in any hurry to get back home?"
"Nah. Since I don't have a family, I don't have to be home at a certain time."
"I see," she said as he finished the last of the pie and start the vanilla pudding.
"I just wondered, that's all."
"You only have a couple of typos, but they're minor."
"Okay. Where do you see them?"
"Do you have any pens or pencils around so I can underline those typos?"
"Sure. Here's a pencil."
"Do you have a job?"
"Not yet. I'm still waiting for these people to call me. I haven't heard anything yet."
"It takes time for sure."
She took his plate so he could enjoy a second slice of the pie she'd made.
"I can go home after I finish this slice and the pudding. I like to get into bed early."
"Do you have a routine for that?"
"Not really. I usually like to do it between nine – forty – vie and ten," Mark answered.
"I'm in no hurry to do that. Since this article is due tomorrow, I'm going to correct the mistakes you found in the morning."
"So that means you don't do your writing at night?"
"Not always. It just depends on the deadline. I did write this article in the last two nights are was a first draft, and the other was a rewrite."
"This article could use a little rewriting since I found typos."
"Thanks, Mark. I really appreciate you taking time to look it over."
"Be glad to do it again sometime."
"This article was my idea to write about this election because I couldn't come up with any ideas."
"Good thing you were able to find something."
"I know. I'm not sure what my next topic is."
"There's no rush."
"Of course not."
When he finished the last of the wine, pudding, and pie, he stood up to get ready.
"I really had a nice evening, Wendy. We can do it next time at my place."
"That's a good idea, Mark."
She walked over with him to the front door.
"Good luck on your article, Wendy."
"Thanks, Mark. I enjoyed your company also. See you soon."
"See you later."
After she held the door open, she watched him leave to make sure he made it home safely. Then she shut the door. It was now morning. Wendy read what Mark found and corrected it. Once she was typing it up, she drove immediately to the newspaper and dropped it off. She told herself she would never write anything about politics anymore.