We discussed when they’d call the abortion referendum. I hoped they’d give enough notice for me to get my flight cheap. I told Mam my British friend—she didn’t know him—had refused to believe me when I said I had to fly back to vote. “That can’t be how a country functions,” he’d said, and then he’d spent half an hour researching the matter before coming back and explaining that I had to fly back to vote. “That’s Brits,” Mam said.
