“Lyndon, that’s beautiful. Will we have time for some shopping here?” Ladybird looked at the bags of silks with acute longing.
LBJ nodded agreeably. “Perhaps Naamah will take you tomorrow. Naamah, I’ve talked to The Seer on this and the Contractors are agreeable if you arc. I have decided the Presidency ought to have an Executive Assistant from The Contractors, one independent of which party is in power. That’ll help policy continuity and avoid communication gaps. I would like you to take that job, starting when we get back. You’ll have an office in the White House.”
“Why thank you Mister President. I’ll look forward to that.” Naamah thought for a second. “Does this mean I can charge today’s retail therapy to Uncle Sam?”
LBJ looked at The Ambassador and the four Executive Assistants examining and comparing their purchases. “You little demons.” he said affectionately.
Naamah looked at him, her head tilted a little to one side. “Mister President” she said curiously “How long have you known?”
The End