A Trip to the Mall
Washington, D.C., December 2029
"I'm leaving, Dad," Megan hollered as she reached for the doorknob.
"Wait a minute, young lady. Where do you think you're going?"
"To the mall, shopping. Summer's not too far away."
"Summer? It's not Christmas yet."
"But after that it won't be long before summer," Megan said. "Besides, you don't wait for June to shop for summer clothes; you do it in the winter."
The president shook his head, opened up the paper, and sat. "Wait for Dennis. I'll tell him to send someone with you."
"Come on, Dad. Not tonight. I can't go anywhere without them, and I'm getting sick of it."
"That's life, dear. And crime is rampant nowadays. I think it's those damn visor things. We can't be too safe."
"It doesn't have to be the way life is. Just let me
