 Headlines say I voted for a man who cheated on his wife. By 2 p.m., my body's at war with a virus. I am now blue fire. My throat is lined with cactus. There was no mention of this in the morning paper. I crawl back home to my room. My bedsheets are cold. At 10 p.m., a call of bad news from my family. Something about a car and my brother. Doctors say he may never dance again.