but the club was a little bit nicer than the White House. My room there was a closet compared to my room now. Plus I have come to appreciate the sunshine.
During the campaign season while the former president was gone, Shawn frantically came into my room.
“Pack up some clothes,” he ordered. “We have to go now!”
He threw a black trash bag at me.
I grabbed it and threw in what few clothing items I had.
“Should I grab my tooth-“
“We’ll get one after we get to Pennsylvania,” he said, grabbing the trash bag filled with all my belongings.
Well, apparently someone tried to kill the former president. I was rushed to Pennsylvania to save him.
When we got there, it was obvious that he didn’t need saving. There was a bit of his ear missing though.
“It looks stupid,” the former president said. “It’s gonna leave a scar.”
He had everyone leave the room so we could have a session.
After he was rejuvenated, they talked about needing to cover it up. The crowd, press and the world saw blood. There would be questions.
The solution was just to tape a bunch of gauze over his ear.
It was a little drama queen-ish, I’ll admit.
He only wore it for a week, rightly predicting that people would forget.
After that incident, they decided it was best to keep me with the former president. Which was understandable. But they needed me to look the part of an aide so I got a new wardrobe and got my hair done up.