“That will have to keep until I have a face again.”

Will went back to his dressing room, got into his waistcoat and dinner jacket, chose a white silk pocket square, put his glasses, pen and jotting pad, which contained his nuclear code card, into his inside pockets and started across the bedroom. “Minus twelve minutes,” he called out.

“Go fuck yourself, Mr. President!”

Will laughed all the way to the elevator.

They were halfway through their first martini when Kate swept into the Oval Office. “I’m so sorry to be late,” she said, shaking hands with the PM and his wife. “I wish I could blame it on national security, but it was just traffic.”

“That’s quite all right,” the PM said. “We have traffic in Australia, too.”

Will handed her a dirty martini with an olive stuffed with an anchovy. “Inhale that and relax.”

“It’s not like you’re late for the Queen,” the PM’s wife said. “I was once twenty minutes late for the Queen, when we were in London. She was not amused.”

“The Duke of Edinburgh was amused,” the PM said. “I thought he would burst out laughing, until the Queen gave him that look.”

Kate drew in a third of her martini. “Ahhhh,” she said.

“Mr. President…” the PM began.

“Please, we’re Will and Kate.”

“And we’re Geoff and Sheila,” he replied.

“Sheila is the national term for female in Australia,” Sheila said. “Makes it easy for people to remember my name.”

“Will,” the PM began again, “when I visited the Capitol this afternoon, a senator, that ginger-haired fellow, the tall one…”

“Senator Ferguson?”

“That’s the one.”

“He said something odd to me; he said, ‘When you see the President tonight, ask him how Teddy is.’”

Will shot a glance at Kate. “Oh?”

“Was he talking about Teddy Kennedy?”

Will shook his head. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell exactly what Senator Ferguson is talking about. You ever get any time for golf in your job?” Will asked, anxious to change the subject.

“Every Sunday,” the PM said, “if the country’s not being invaded. I think it gives you a sort of perspective to know that there’s an activity that’s more frustrating than government.”

Will laughed. “Exactly.”

There was a rap on the door and the chief usher opened it. “Dinner is served, Mr. President, Prime Minister.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t have more quiet time before this thing,” Will said.

“No,” Kate said, “I’m sorry; all my fault.” She dropped back a step and took Will’s arm as they followed their guests.

“What’s up with Ferguson?” Will asked under his breath.

“It’s Hugh English,” she said. “He isn’t wasting any time.”

“I’m confused.”

“I relieved him today; Lance Cabot has the job. I thought I had contained Hugh, but apparently not.”

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