I woke up this morning and saw a large manila package outside our door. I opened the door, still in my underwear, and took it. It was for Sophia. Since she was still sleeping, I took the initiative to open the package myself. Out came a huge brochure, a press kit, and a free movie pass for a Paul Thomas Anderson-directed movie for Miramax. I laughed to myself. It was for the SAG awards. It was that time a year again, despite the Writers’ Strike. The Weinsteins must really want to win and Oscar this year.  Did they really send this to each and every SAG member?
I heard Sophia rustling in bed upstairs.
“You got a package!”
“A package? From whom?” she asked, half asleep.
“Someone really wants you to vote for them! — “There Will Be Blood“.”
“Oh my God.” she replied, her voice cracking nervously. “What did you say?!”
“Someone really wants you to vote for them! — “There Will Be Blood”.”
“Who would do such a thing? Is this a threat?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Sophia stepped out of the bedroom, looking like she spent a little bit too much time on Facebook last night, particularly the US politics application. She heard me say: ” Someone really wants you to vote for them or there will be blood!”
I assured her that Hilary Clinton would never send her a manila package with a threatening message.  She would put a horse’s head in the bed.
