“Too distracted by a handsome Vice President, perhaps?” Alice teased.
“It’s not fair that my favorite sister-in-law gets to tease me.”
“As your only sister-in-law, I find the honor of ‘favorite’ unimpressive in that respect, but gladly accept it in all others. However, there’s not a chance I’m letting you escape that easily. They’re in your room?”
“On the night stand,” Anne did her best to sound grouchy, but she liked Alice too much to put any heat behind it.
Alice left in pursuit of sugar and Beatrice returned to the kitchen at the kettle’s shrill whistle.
The Dining Room was suddenly very quiet.
The First Lady reached out and took her hand. “My good friend, Anne. Do not be so afraid.”
“I’m not actually afraid of any of you. Merely terribly humbled and completely out of my element.
