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robert allen beckvall. My Friend the President

By: Robert Allen Beckvall

Before this whirlwind of excitement of work and publicity over the current project, Dr. Wang had enough of a life going on owning a company that did good things and did good in making money for her. She also had her clinic in Honolulu specializing in internal medicine. But, it was her doctorate in urban planning and this “utopian” dream she had that really pressed her buttons. They had announced a dinner that was being put on by Oprah Winfrey for women who are making a difference. Her sludge-bot had cleaned so many messes and had helped in so many disasters, she was rewarded not only with the good the company did, people also liked to give her honors and dinners. She wanted to meet Oprah and she heard that a special guest might be there. She was having some caviar, spilling it on the table and floor, and just being silly when she heard a familiar voice.

“Dr. Wang, I’m Patricia Williams.”

She swallowed the fish eggs and put down her cracker. She turned and was face to face with the President of the United States.

“President Williams. It is my honor mam.”

“I’m the special guest, but Oprah is more famous.”

They both smiled and then laughed.

“Listen, I have to get escorted around by these thugs and meet everyone and their brother. But, maybe later we can get some girl time and have some brandy or something and talk a little shop. Some of the team have read through your proposals on the viability of expanding the world’s horizons. I just finished reading your paper on the plane. I like it. Enjoy the evening.”

She walked off with her Secret Service “thugs”.

Dr. Wang stared after her and said “Thank you”, but the president was long gone. She finished off her champagne and found the cracker she had put down.

The thought of their first meeting made her smile. 18

Now she IM’s with the President like they were longtime girlfriends. Why not her? It was better than blow hard generals and CEOs. IM: How were those cupcakes and tell me about this Johnny Sweet. IM: Great cupcakes, he seems a nice enough guy. IM: You are a hit around the world. Loved the “Don’t fear the tears”. IM: You made it up, but I had to look serious instead of laugh. IM: I was telling the reporters how we are planning the world over tea, etc. IM: What kind of tea Mrs. President? IM: Do you prefer in a cup or saucer like the English? IM: I am heading to the factory to meet that professor from U. of AZ. IM: About the zoos? IM: Zoos, research, animal travel, etc. IM: I have a meeting. Bye. IM: Bye. She poured her gin and mixed it with 7-up. She had taken care of the cupcakes, now only 100 million more things to go. She went back to her E-R-* models and drank a little gin.

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