Peter could usually multitask without a problem. His walking tours for foreign diplomats let him be visible throughout the White House. The tours also let him stretch his legs, check in with staffers at the far corners of the vast complex, and chat with said diplomats in a more casual and, therefore, less tense mode.
But whatever excuse the new Indonesian ambassador was attempting to relay about deforestation and massive clear-cut fires in Sulawesi polluting Thailand and Singapore’s air, it was all lost on him. They’d been out on the South Portico admiring the cool afternoon.
Em walked into the Jacqueline Kennedy Gardens between the Residence and the East Wing arm in arm with a handsome and powerful-looking man. She leaned in cozily to whisper and they both laughed. His long hair made hi
