“And we’re finished upgrading the defensive perimeter around the White House itself. Mr. President, we are ready for whatever Donald Trump tries to throw at us,” the general said.

Joe looked at him and smiled and General Milley smiled back and this went on for a few more seconds.

“You can go, General,” Finnegan said.

“Isn’t he going to dismiss me?” Miley asked.

Joe’s grin widened and widened. His dry lips began to crack.

“Please go,” Finnegan said quietly.

General Milley stood, gathered up his skirts in a huff, and stalked out of the room.

“Don’t a-a-a-a-ask, don’t tell,” Joe said as she dabbed blood from his lip.

“You helped end that policy, Grandpa,” she said.

“I love you, Jill,” Joe said, a shaking hand cupping Finnegan’s left breast.

“I’m Finnegan, Grandpa,” she said.

“You’re very pretty,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “But what is this place?”

“We’re in the White House set we use for television appearances.”

“This isn’t the White House?” Joe asked in surprise, his balding eyebrows trying to creep up the botox-paralyzed skin of his forehead.

“It’s just a place for you to be more… Presidential,” she said, backing away from his frail kneading of her breast.

“I don’t like being President,” Joe said. “I thought it would be more fun. And that nurse you hired is a real bitch to me.”

“Nurse?” Finnegan asked. “I’m your nurse.”

“No, no, the other one, the…” Joe moved his hands around trying to find a word. “The mean one, the one that looks like a horse, you know, big teeth, and I think she’s going to bite me when she laughs.”

“I’m not sure…” Finnegan began.

“The BLACK one!’ Hunter said, springing from behind the Jen standee.

Joe tried to touch his nose and mumbled, “Bingo!”

“Ka-ma-la!” Hunter sang.

“How do you keep getting in here?!?” Finnegan screamed.

“I sell clean urine to Secret Service agents,” Hunter said. “And I need a place to lie low for tomorrow. I can’t get caught out on the streets. I might end up in a riot or as a guest on The Joe Rogan Show.”

“Stay away!” she said, “You might have Omicron!”

“Baby girl, I’ve had them all,” Hunter said. “And all the vaccines. I put the fourth booster right in my ol’ man-dick.” Finnegan snorted in disgust.

“I’m boostered,” Hunter said in a strained high voice and grabbing his crotch, “I’m clean, mean, and ready to party.”

“Don’t do that,” Finnegan said, backing Joe’s Rascal away from Hunter. “It’s not funny.”

“You used to think it was funny when you were a kid,” Hunter said, smiling, one of his veneers falling away.

“I’m not 20 anymore,” she said and faded into the studio wings.