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The President scowled at Emily across the table as she burst out laughing at him.
Lola figured that scowl could stop most other world leaders, but it did no good on Major Emily Beale.
“She got you, Sneaker Boy. One for the home team, Chief Warrant. Now pony up, and make it at least half as good or we’ll make you stand out on the Ellipse in your underwear and recite the poetry of Theodore Roethke, maybe the one about the biddly bear. And don’t think we can’t do it.”
“I’d have you court-martialed.”
“You can try, Peter, but the judge will be too busy laughing himself sick to put us away. Besides, it will be our word against yours as to why you’re doing it. We tried to stop you, honest,” she fluttered her eyelashes at him in an un-Emily-like fashion. “Didn’t we, Frank?” she called to t
