Patiently, she nods her head. She used to sing in a club, someone told me. She has grown children and a husband who is dying of some slow, awful thing. I don’t get into people’s business, she told me once. The only piece of advice she’s ever given me was: Take care of your teeth. But later, I see her in the break room yelling at our coworker. “You are a child! You have acted like a child!” she tells the one who decided not to vote.