“Wu-wu-wu-why are those army men on TV?” Joe asked suddenly.

“They are going to be testifying about the end of the war in Afghanistan,” Finnegan said as she smoothed the thick foundation over Joe’s face and wiped a little drool from the corner of his mouth.

Joe sat up. “The war in Afghanistan is over? That’s g-g-great news. Barry finally did it!” he said.

You ended the war, Grandpa,” Finnegan said softly. She glanced back at the media pen to make sure none of them were close enough to hear. They milled about, scratching themselves and tweeting, disinterested eyes occasionally wandering around.

“I did?” Joe said. “That’s great, just great, really great. I always thought I had it in me.”

“Yes, you did it all by yourself,” she whispered. She felt the crotch of his suit to make sure it wasn’t damp and used a bit of tape to hide his ear flaps.

“That hurts,” Joe whined.

“I told you about them before, remember? Do you remember?” she asked. “They had to leave them to make your next facelift easier to perform. Remember?”

“I don’t recall that, George,” Joe said and smiled.

“Save the smiles for the cameras, you are only scheduled for three more today,” Finnegan said.

“My face hurts,” he said faintly. “And this chair is terrible. And I want Champ, where is Champ?”

“Champ isn’t here, Grandpa.”

“Is he in the backyard? Call him in, I want him.”

“Champ’s in Delaware,” Finnegan said.

“Delaware? Isn’t this Delaware?”

Finnegan sighed heavily.

“Hey!” Joe said. “There are army men on the TV! Turn up the sound! I love army men! Why are they on the TV?”

“Because they are going to be testifying about the end of the war in Afghanistan,” Finnegan said. “We’re going to have to go now!” she shouted to the press office flunkies.

“The war in Afghanistan is over?” Joe asked.

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“Did we win?” Joe asked. “We won, right?”

“A doctor is going to come in a give you a shot, Grandpa,” Finnegan said. “It’s just saline, so it won’t hurt or anything.”

“We won, right?” Joe said, his rheumy, guileless eyes trying to focus on his granddaughter.

“We are going to have to call this off,” Finnegan hissed to stage left. Joe sat there, his sleeve rolled up as the stage manager swooped in to put a mask over his face.

“Now,” Finnegan said, “Do it now before he starts crying.” She waved the actress playing the doctor over.

“We won, right?”