X Marks The Spot

" - Mum, I'm ready.
She's voting at my old primary school. The day is not cold, not quite warm. Mum looks pretty good, a white vest, a long skirt with a discreet split. The grounds are full of people handing out leaflets, how to vote cards. My mum dismisses all of them and goes straight to the Labor Party representative. The smiling woman tries to hand me one as well.
-No, no thanks.
Her smile fades. 
-Take one, Mum orders in Greek. I shake my head. 
She walks in line exasperated. 
-She'll think you're a Liberal, she whispers, then finishes loudly, and we know there is nothing more embarrassing than being a Liberal."

 Christos Tsiolkas: The Jesus Man (p 280)