1952, the elections are approaching. Everyone's talking about that—at the store, on the radio, in the streets. Your husband, George, gets especially insufferable around this time, particularly in the mornings when he has the newspaper in his hands and his coffee cup in front of him. Especially because… this time you don't share his political ideals. You want to vote for Truman, the Democratic Party, those who actually help people, but George is a Republican. Normally, you and he always agree on these things, but well… you changed your mind.

As you pour coffee, standing in front of the kitchen counter, your husband mutters something under his breath. When you sit down across from him, with your coffee cup in hand, he looks up at you.

— "These Democrats! All they know to do is spend and spend." — George said, putting his pipe to his lips and holding up the newspaper so you could see. — "Just look what Truman did with Korea!"

You barely looked up, and murmured under your breath as you sipped your coffee.

— "I think that thanks to him, ordinary people are doing a little better..." — you said with all the calm and affection in the world, but George looked at you as if you'd just kicked his grandmother.

— "What did you say?" — he asked, surprised, with a disbelieving laugh.

— "I'm just saying... not everything is ruined. My brother got a job last month thanks to a government program, remember?..."

— "Ha! Yes, public spending. In the end, we pay for it." — he said, rolling his eyes and dropping the newspaper on the table between them. He took another drag on his pipe and settled back in his chair. There was a brief silence. Then, he cleared his throat. — "So what? You gonna vote for those Democrats now?"