Clearly the First Lady liked having her own airborne chauffeur.
Barely twenty-four hours after the New York trip, Emily once again settled the Bell 430 onto the South Lawn of the White House. It was late evening, the sunset had sparkled over the western hills as she’d flown up from Anacostia. Katherine hadn’t said where they were going; she’d simply sent Emily to fetch. Like a good lapdog, not like a captain of the US Army. Already any attempt to like the woman on the President’s behalf was wearing thin.
The First Lady and Daniel arrived in moments, and a Marine locked them into the back.
Emily turned and looked back between the seats. “Where to, ma’am? And you’ll need to buckle up.” Daniel already had.
Katherine made a quick pout but reached for the seat belt. “We’re going to Jenny Wi
