“I can’t believe it’s been a whole year,” Finnegan said reaching down Joe’s back and cleaning his anus and perineum and underballs with baby wipes.

“It was a tough campaign,” Joe said.

“Yes, it was,” Finnegan muttered as she helped him stand, trying to not look directly at his colorless genitals as she pulled up a new pair of adult diapers.

“But with the Inauguration today, th-th-that’s all going to change,” Joe said, looking off to the corner of the room, and straightening with a series of cracks and pops. “A real President is back in the White House!”

“Grandpa, this is the first anniversary of your Inauguration,” she said gently.

“What?”

“You’ve been President for a year already,” she said, buckling his pants and futzing with his tie.

“So COVID is over? I saved America?” Joe asked, his perfect white fake teeth gleaming in the antiseptic glare of the medical bay.

“Yes, Grandpa, you saved America,” Finnegan said and sighed.

—–

With a strong whiff of sulfur, Huma walked into Kamala’s office.

“So she’s got you doing the dirty work now?” Kamala asked.

“Now?” Huma asked, confused.

“Why are you here?” Kamala asked, her nasal whine like a throbbing tooth.

“I had to come. Hillary has said she will never come in this building.”

“What does she want?” Kamala grated.

“She wants you for 2024, when your elderly puppet is gone and Trump returns.”

“I have no interest in Hillary being my Vice President.”

Huma’s laugh was like breaking glass.

“Have you seen your poll numbers? They’re down there with Newsweek and raping puppies.”

“Are they as low as female circumcision?” Kamala asked archly, letting her eyes flick toward Huma’s crotch.

“You really are a vile creature,” Huma said. “But be Hillary’s VP or get out of her way. She’s coming and she will be the end of you.”

“I am the presumptive nominee,” Kalama said. “America will love me once they get to know me.”

“You were a backup plan to fulfill an ill-considered campaign promise in the middle of politically-arranged riots.”

“And you go down on a woman that couldn’t even beat Donald Trump.”

Huma turned and stalked out.

When she was gone, Kamala watching on the security cameras until Huma slid into a limo, she kicked off her shoes and took a victory lap through the Naval Observatory as her aides hid under their desks.