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Donna smiled. �President Bartlet wasn�t supposed to win the election when your uncle joined the campaign. A lot of people left high paying jobs to work on the campaign.�
�Why?�
�Because Jed Bartlet is the real thing,� Sam said from the doorway, startling Donna and Meredith. �Sorry. I heard voices.�
Meredith crawled up onto the bed and hugged the pillow to her chest. �What do you mean �the real thing�?� she asked.
�It�s kinda hard to explain,� Sam said. �He�s� a good man. He�s honest and brilliant and he knows how to make the decisions that no one else can. It�s� I don�t know how to explain it.�
�It�s just something you know,� Donna agreed. �I saw him on TV one day and everything he said just� seemed right,� she said with a shrug. �I left Wisconsin the next day and joined everyone in New Hampshire.�
�And never looked back,� Meredith said, smiling like she had just heard the �happily ever after� part of her favourite fairy tale.
Sam smirked and Donna shot him a glare. �She looked back once. She left the campaign and went back to Wisconsin for a few weeks, but she came back to us, which we were all incredibly thankful for because Josh was going insane without her,� Sam said.
�Josh� the guy you said I should call �Uncle Josh�?� Meredith frowned.
�Yeah,� Sam smiled.
�Uncle Josh?� Donna asked, amused. Josh would get a kick out of that. He didn�t particularly want kids of his own but he had said he would love to have nieces and nephews or godchildren to spoil and send home to their parents.
Meredith nodded emphatically. �There�s Uncle Sam, of course, and then there�s Uncle Josh, Aunt CJ, and Unkie T,� she said, happy that she remembered all the names Sam had told her on the flight from LA. At the term �Unkie T� Donna looked over at Sam who just smiled and shrugged. �Then there�s Cathy who scares Uncle Sam even though he loves her like a sister, and Carol, Bonnie, Ginger, Margaret, Charlie, and Mrs. Landingham,� Meredith continued, listing off the other people that Sam had told her about during the long flight. �And the President who I call �Mr. President� and the First Lady who I call �Dr. Bartlet�,� she said before her face scrunched up as she tried to remember who else she was supposed to know. �Oh, and Mr. McGarry,� she said, finally remembering the last name on the list she had repeated over and over to herself so she didn�t make any mistakes. �That�s it, right? I didn�t forget anyone?� she asked Sam.