“‘I’m pretty confident that things are going to be different.” “How so?” “It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Her eyes squinted, her brow furrowed; she didn’t get it. “You know,” he said, “the leg thing.” “Leg thing?” “Come on. Do I really need to spell it out for you?” “Apparently so.” “Fine, sit down,” he pointed to the chair. “I’m going to need some paper though.” “Paper?” “Yes, paper,” he said. “Flat, white, made out of trees.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a pad of paper and held it up to her. “Recognize it now?” “I know what paper is, smart ass. I just don’t see why you need it.” “It’ll be easier to explain what I mean if I draw it out for you.” “If you say so.” He flipped back the cover of the notebook but stopped suddenly. “Do you have a pen?” he asked. She nodded. She started rummaging through her purse and pulled out a black ink pen. “Consider the facts,” he said. “What is the common trait of every single guy that we’ve elected into office? I’m talking all the way back to George Washington.” She tapped her finger against her chin. “I dunno….