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MARY AMERICA HAD been in office for about a year. She was now fairly accustomed to the routine of being the President of the United States. Everyday was pretty much busy, busy, busy. Between her endless presidential duties, keeping up with her family, home school studies, and trying to make time for her “Kitchen Cabinet” friends, Mary had little time to herself.
As she had begun to think of it, everyday was just another fiddle-dee-dee day full of presidential chores. And this week seemed especially gnarly. The First Gramps, her grandfather, was in the hospital having a pacemaker put in to regulate his heartbeat. He was getting older and Mary worried about him. After all, she and Josh had already lost one grandfather to a heart attack, as well as their mother and father in a terrible bombing accident.
Her little brother Josh had measles of all things! Since they were not sure if he had been vaccinated or not, it was not such a surprise. But he should have had his immunization a long time ago. Still, if their mother and father had been halfway around the world on their jobs, maybe not? He was covered in red spots, and pretty darn cranky. Mary didn’t blame him.
Their crazy Aunt Doodah had gone on an impromptu “vacation” and left her baby, crawling/toddling Prissy with a “friend” who had failed to show up, and so Ms. Denim, Mary’s Presidential Secretary, was trying to take care of her, in addition to a gazillion other duties. When she was busy, she called on Todd, Mary’s Secret Service agent, and Todd was definitely not in a good mood over that unexpected new duty!
It was summer and hot and tempers were high around the world. Mary felt like she was sitting in a hot seat on top of that world. And to make matters worse for the leader of the free world and the commander-in-chief, Mary had just gotten word that there was a “situation.”
Before coming to the White House she thought a situation was a kind of comedy show on television. But a “situation” in the White House meant a crisis, perhaps an earth-shaking, world-changing, life or death crisis.
Mary didn’t know what the crisis was yet, but she knew two things:
1. It would be her job to fix it, maybe fast!
2. She would need to depend on her
“Kitchen Cabinet” of girl friends to help
her through this troubling time.
“I am sure glad they are on their way over this afternoon when they get out of school,” Mary said out loud to reassure herself.
“Ms. Denim?” she called to her former teacher, now her Presidential Secretary.
“Yes?” Ms. Denim called from her office, afraid to leave Prissy alone for even one second since as she said, “That baby can get into more trouble faster than the Senator from the Great State of Virginia!”
“I’m heading to the situation room,” said Mary. “Please call and check on Gramps and make sure Chef gives Josh tomato soup and grilled cheese for lunch.”
“Are you going to eat?” Ms. Denim asked, always worried that Mary was so busy taking care of her family and the nation that she was not taking good enough care of herself.
“I will,” Mary promised, with her fingers crossed. “Just as soon as I get out of the Situation Room and go to class.”
Before Ms. Denim could answer, Mary’s personal Secret Service agent, Todd, appeared to escort her to the Situation Room in the White House basement.
Mary stood up to leave, tripped, and landed face first in the stack of papers on her Oval Office desk.
“Ssss?” asked Todd.
Mary looked down at her tangled shoelaces. “Ssss,” she said. Her pet boa constrictor had twisted her laces together yet again. It was his favorite thing to do—well, outside of scaring Ms. Hightower, the First Family’s caretaker in the Residence on the second floor.
Mary tied her shoelaces and followed Todd out of one of the Oval Office’s secret panel doors. As she passed into the hallway and headed toward the basement she mumbled to herself, “Fiddle-dee-dee, what a day indeed! Can it possibly get worse?”
It could…and it would.