Chapter 17FRITZ GOT his regular Saturday errands done early and rushed home to help Linda. He found her at the kitchen table with Ashley and Jane. And the president.
“Hi, Fritz. Want a soda?” the president asked, barely holding in a laugh.
“Yeah, that would be great.” He chuckled. “Glad to see you all.” Pleased he hadn't dawdled at the book store, he asked if Linda needed help.
“No, thanks. We have it all under control. The president knows his way around a kitchen. He made the salad.”
“Cool.” Fritz said. “Mr. President, how's Tom?”
“Doing much better. He's flying to Washington with me later. He'll be out of commission for a while, but at least he'll be home.”
Fritz joined them at the table. “Fritz, I know I said I wanted to talk to you alone, but I think we can talk here. First, I wa
