“You should be in my shoes,” I said. I touched my still-bruised cheek.
A large helicopter was sitting nearby under storm clouds. We climbed in, and James motioned the pilot to take off. Within a few minutes, after a brief glimpse of the city, we landed on the White House South Lawn.
Sandy said, “You didn"t mention a helicopter.”
James smiled and said, “Not a helicopter, the helicopter. If the president were aboard, this would be Marine 1.” Sandy turned. “Really,” she said to no one in particular.
atheWalking across the lawn, already a rich green, we reached a door where the president himself was waiting. He looked tired, but he greeted us with a broad smile. Sandy was mesmerized. The president said to her, “Pretty cool, isn"t it?” She just nodded. “Let"s go to my office,” the president
