Chapter TwelveZack’s second trip to the Darlington Farm was as unlike the first as could be. The first time he’d come with fear in his heart and the First Lady’s diatribe on i***t men still ringing in his ears.
This time it was the Darlingtons who had extended the invitation and they all had come. Not just he and Daniel with his Alice, but the First Family as well. The Secret Service had done their usual job of securing the property, made easier because the party had remained small.
“We agreed years ago,” Mary Annette Darlington had informed him, “that each family who works the estate would have their own Christmas and be with their own families. For Thanksgiving, the Fourth of July and so on, we are all together, but for all of us the Darlington Estate is closed and private for Christma
