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| �Probably,� Donna agreed. �You�ve got my numbers if you need anything. Sam�s probably going take his phone off the hook in about an hour so call me if you need anything.�
Zoey grinned. �You�re acting like Lizzie did whenever she left Annie with a new babysitter. Go to work. I�m an expert at babysitting, and if I need any help I�ve got a full compliment of Secret Service agents at my disposal. You need to keep your head in whatever is going on right now.� �Yeah, you�re right. I should go,� Donna nodded. �Bye, Meredith!� she called. �Bye!� Meredith called back without looking away from the smaller stack of games she had pared her choices down to. �Mrs Landingham, you�re here late,� Sam commented as he entered the anti-room to the Oval Office. �And you�re here about four days early,� Mrs Landingham replied. �Not by choice. Who else is here?� Sam asked. �Leo and the President are in there with Chairman Fitzwallace and Dr McNally,� she said. �Josh just ran out in a frenzy. I don�t know where CJ and Toby are.� �CJ went home. Too many Grasshoppers,� Sam said. �Should I go in?� Mrs Landingham nodded and Sam rapped his knuckles on the door before slipping inside. �Good evening, Mr President,� Sam said before nodding his greetings to the other people in the room. �How is your family, Sam?� Bartlet asked. �They�ve been better but everything is going to be fine. Theresa wants me to thank you for the flowers you sent,� Sam said, �and for sending Dr Karr. Shayla�s condition has improved much faster since he took over her treatment.� He had expected flowers but he had been in no way prepared for one of the world�s foremost experts in neurology to show up and take over his sister�s case. It meant a lot to Sam, and to his father. �I�m sorry your visit was so brief,� Bartlet said. �That being said, it�s a damned good thing you�re back because we�re about to be hit with the worst.� Sam took a slow breath. �What do you need me to do?� Josh felt like he was losing his mind. Half of the staff was unreachable�which was a major protocol violation�and the half he had managed to reach was taking their time getting back to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The only thing that was showing the least bit of sunshine on his day was that the Secret Service had confirmed that Donna and Sam had signed in and were somewhere in the West Wing, though he had no idea where. |
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