Sam came in a little after 16:00 tines. Sara called out for Michael to come home. “Let’s have our moontine meal,” Juraens said. ‘‘I’ll take orders.’’
“I could sure use something to eat,” Sam said. “The President is constantly on a diet and all we had for breakfast was a soft boiled egg and toast. She grudgingly provided butter and jam.” Mark laughed.
“After breakfast I was involved in meetings all day, finding my staff positions with other Senators. The President took two of them. I missed lunch. I’m ready to chew the leg off a table.’’
“I wonder what she does for state dinners,” Mark said aloud.
“You don’t want to know…” Sam said, his face screwing up in distaste.
Mark, Juraens, and Sam insisted that Sara go to the sleeping chamber early so that she would be fresh and rested for the
