It was lunchtime and we were sharing a bench. She'd neglected to bring any food, so I gave her my extra bottle of water. It wasn't much, but it was hot out & she was sweaty. 'The light of God shone through Trump.' I was staring, but trying not to look alarmed. 'He spoke to me through Donald Trump.' Now, I was trying not to laugh.
I really didn't want to get into it with her for many reasons. Chief among them was that if she were to leave because of something I might have said, then I would be washing both windows and frames of a massive house in Palo Alto by myself. It was already four in the afternoon and time was a-ticking.
She went on a bit longer about God and Trump until I felt compelled to say I didn't think Trump was a Christian. (Neither am I, but I didn't tell her that.) She seemed dubious, so I brought up the 'pussy grab' bullshit of last year. 'He didn't say that.' I told her about the film footage capturing the moment. 'Well, he didn't mean it.' I then mentioned his penchant for busting into the change rooms of beauty contestants in various stages of undress when he was in charge of pageants. 'Oh, really?'
Lunch was over and we got back to it. There was no more mention of Trump. She clocked out at 7pm, leaving the bottle of water I'd given to her on the porch.
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