General Brighton waited quietly by the sofa while the President of the United States swiped the screen of his iPad and began another game of Angry Birds. Bright colors and loud noises drifted up from the screen which had completely absorbed the attention of the Commander in Chief. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff had not been asked to sit down and he had learned early on that Obama was very sensitive about members of the military usurping his authority. The last time he did it, he had been asked if it was a racial thing. Instead he remained standing while a fly slowly circled his head like an orbiting satellite. So were on for the conference, Obama said, without taking his eyes off the iPad. His legs were curled up behind him on the sofa and his neck was craned over as if he were trying to physically project his body into the game. It was a stance that Brighton often saw on his teenage boys. Completely. Valerie Jarrett drifted in from somewhere. Brighton had gotten used to her appearing out of nowhere with the covert skills of a Special Forces team. I shake the Iranian guys hand and then I make a speech. Damn. Obama winced as unhappy sputtering noises rose from the game. Something had gone wrong. Valerie affectionately patted his head. Youll get it right next time....................
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 15:11:25 +0000
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