“I can feel it! I CAN FEEL THE POWER!” Kamala screamed, as the skies darkened and the wind picked up.

“You are only going to be President for a few hours!” Seresto reminded her.

“NO! I AM THE FIRST FEMALE PRESIDENT!” Kamala said, her voice dipping in the sub-sonic, the words coming through like a deep uterine cramp. A crack of thunder shook the room.

“You have to finish the oath, ma’am!” Astrid screamed over the howl of the wind. “Before the eclipse is over!”

“THE OLD MAN MUST BUTT-DIE!” Kamala said, floating a foot off the floor. “THIS FEELING CAN NEVER END!”

“THE OATH!” Astrid yelled.

*****

“Kyle Goddamn Rittenhouse,” Kamala said bitterly, spitting out the words. “He took the news cycle that was supposed to be mine!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kaylieghburrow said. She opened a Coconut LeCroix and slid it across the desk to Kalama, slumped in her office chair, folded into herself like a cooked crab.

“First female President, first Black president, first Jamaican President, first Indian President, first Asian President and all they want to talk about it that little chubby bastard,” Kamala said. She picked up the can of sparkling water and sniffed it.

“Yes, ma’am, Astrid said.

“What do I have to do, personally shoot a bunch of child molesters?” Kamala asked.

“It might be great for your approval rating,” Seresto said. “Child molesters are pretty unpopular in most demographics.”

“I told you not to open my food,” Kamala said, staring at Kayleighburrow. The girl took the can back and drank out of it and set it back down.

“Get out,” Kamala said. “I have to think.” She picked up the can and drank from it.

“And this tastes like watery jizz!” she screamed, throwing the seltzer can at Kaylieghburrow’s retreating back.

*****

“And no other ill effects?” Kamala asked Joe.

“From what?” Joe asked, smiling reflexively.

“From the colonoscopy?” Kamala prompted.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” Joe asked Kamala.

“No, Joe, I do not,” Kamala said.

“He’s just sundowning,” Finnegan said, “You don’t actually have to take a shower with him.”

“Sundowning?” Kamala asked. “It’s 9:30 in the morning!”

*****

“I don’t know,” Kayleighburrow said. “I think he’s kind of sexy.”

“Eww, what the fuck?” Seresto asked.

“Pudgy, eager, hairless… He pushes a lot of my buttons.”

“Kyle? Kyle Rittenhouse? The Kenosha Killer?” Astrid asked.

“At least I know he would fight for me,” Kaylieghburrow said, pouting. “That’s more than you can say for most of the guys on Tinder.”

“You should be using Bumble,” Seresto said. “You get a higher class of guys.”

“I’ve never hooked up with a guy on Bumble that could ejaculate,” Astrid said. “They pound and pound, sure, but Mama likes her cream, you know?”

Seresto made gagging noises. “I never let them ejaculate in me. I’m not some cum dumpster. Two condoms, rubber gloves, and an N95 mask.”

“Sexy,” Astrid said drily.

“Look at him,” Kaylieburrow said, holding up a picture of Rittenhouse, “You really telling me you don’t want that squish?”