"I ain't voting for that other jerk!"

A woman at the end of the walkway … it was one of those grim apartment complexes, barren courtyards, worn grass, grey and crumbling, not a tree in sight.
I was knocking on her door, she calls down, “Can I help you?” She’s talking to another lady, Hispanic, and they are giving out about the amount of calls they are getting about the election. She is telling the woman that she doesn’t answer her phone anymore. And she sees me, knocking on her door.
“Can I help you,” she shouts from down the hallway
“Yes,” I say, “Are you … ?”
“I am,” she says, and I walk down towards her.
She looks not too pleased to see me and starts to give out about the calls, repeating what I just heard her say to her friend.
Her friend starts giving out to me as well.
“Don’t come knocking on my door,” she warns me, “don’t bother.”
“I don’t think you are on my list,” I say, “… but you are,” and I turn to the lady.
“In two weeks it will all be over,” I tell her, “I promise.”
“What do you want now?” she asks, and I tell her that I’m with the Barack Obama Campaign and we just want to check in with her to see how she’s fixed for the election, whether or not she’s decided who she is voting for.
“Isn’t that a personal decision,” the other woman goes.
“Yes,” I say, “it is,” but again I turn to the lady I actually want to talk to and ask her if she’s leaning towards one (and I point to Barack Obama’s name,) or the other…
She – I’m not quite sure how to describe it – a nudge, a hunch, a movement of the eyes, “I’m voting for him,” and she points to Obama. I try to suppress my gratitude, not wanting to give the game away.
I tell her about the Early Vote, and the importance of going down and voting early if she can.
She takes the information, glad to have it, and says she’ll definitely try and get down to the Vets Memorial.
“I ain’t voting for that other jerk.”