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    ‘Well?’ Theo demands .
    He really does need that cup of tea. 
    ‘I think Hillary will win it,’ I declare after a quick Obama-Hillary “ip dip do” in my head.
    ‘Why?’
    ‘She’s a woman and as a woman she has struggled more than Obama. I’m not saying Obama hasn’t struggled,’ I add quickly – in my opinion, anyone insane enough to run a marathon has to have faced some struggle. ‘But she has strength,’ I continue, inwardly praying I’m making the right call and not sounding like an absolute idiot. ‘Real strength,’ I repeat desperately. ‘Look at what she has overcome,’ I wildly guess. ‘To keep her head up and keep running shows a lot of determination and it’s a determination I think will see her through to the end.’
    I’m powerless to stop my mouth; I always have to go the extra mile to try and gain more brownie points. I’ve probably blown it through cockiness.
    ‘Do you mean, how she kept her head up with Bill and Monica?’ Theo asks me excitedly. He’s grinning again – I can tell all remembrance of my staring has gone completely out of his head. Thank goodness .
    He continues. ‘Do you really think she will win because, in a way, she’s the underdog in terms of what happened in the nineties and it’s now retribution that she’ll emerge as the victor, despite the race card that Obama may or may not be cashing in on?’
    Wow . Hillary must be in excellent shape if she was running marathons back in the nineties, although I can’t understand what Theo is implying by Obama’s “race card”. Do certain marathon runners get special cards that allow them to cheat in some way? Say they’re diabetic, do they get a twenty-minute head-start to account for their necessary medical breaks? Is Obama diabetic?  
    ‘She has a lot more to prove history-wise,’ I improvise .
    I do not have the faintest clue about marathon running or any idea what this Obama might be doing with the “race card”. The closest I get to marathons is sponsoring Jeeves who runs the London one.
    ‘I think that will make her stronger in the end,’ I add, as Theo stands there nodding , like he is processing my words. I hope I have spoken wisely, even if I have spoken without any basis whatsoever.
    Theo whistles, once he has paused long enough to cause my blood pressure to shoot up more than necessary. ‘I’m impressed. I always thought you hated stuff like this.’
    ‘I’m a wild card,’ I mutter.
    I’m starting to feel uneasy, but then it hits me. Bill and Monica. Hillary and Obama . Oh sweet Lord – he’s talking about the US Presidential nomination race. Of course he is. Theo has no life outside of politics. Oh. My. God. I am an absolute disgrace to the human race. I have just babbled on thinking we’re talking about marathons and now Theo will think I am some sort of closet US politics fan when really I don’t give two hoots about it.
    ‘Like Rudi?’ he asks.
    I’m nearing the finishing line where I’m so close to stumbling and revealing I thought we were talking 26 miles, 385 yards, not fifty states of boring voting.
    ‘Exactly!’
    Rudi, New York’s ex-mayor. I know that. 
    Theo grins and it’s the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen, which includes the sunset over Cape Town. It automatically cancels out the fact we are voluntarily talking about politics . US politics .
    I’m about to tell Theo how Jeeves runs the London marathon and how he raised £15,000 la st year for Great Ormond Street when I catch myself in time and remember that this has nothing to do with real marathons. I can hear Jerry laughing hysterically in his pod. I’d like to believe he’s watching something on YouTube but I know he’s laughing at me. He knows I know nothing about US politics. 
    ‘I ’d better go and get that tea.’ I smile at Theo realising I need to make a sharp exit and keep my credibility. ‘We should talk about their causes though when I get back,’ I