It All Goes Down Hill

"Okay lets try this," Mac said sitting with Becca on one of the couches. They closed their eyes and remained silent for a few minutes. "Anything?"

"No..."

"Are you trying?" Mac asked turning to her.

"Duh, mom!... I hate this. Your life sucks!"

"Yours is no picnic either. Let's try this again." They sat silently for a few more minutes, until they were interrupted by Rod.

"Hey guys," he said still sounding a bit uncomfortable. "Mac, Becca needs to get back to school for her qualifiers."

"Okay," Mac said getting up. "Becca, make sure Amy get a healthy snack for the two of you at snack time."

"Do I have to do that?" Becca whined.

Rod's brow furrowed as he watched his wife's body take on such juvenile mannerisms.

"Yeah, you do, Becca. No one but me should know what's going on with the two of you," Rod said as he waited for his wife to walk through the door.

"I need you to help her with work. I can't wear a wire to the testing area."

"Is that how you have been doing it all day?" Rod asked

"For the most part... I kind of got into trouble all by myself," Mac answered as she got into the limo.

"Kind of hard being a kid now a days, isn't it?"

"Wow... that's an understatement."

With their usual impeccable timing, Shupe and Francis called for another meeting in the Sit room. Totally at a loss, Becca sat listening to the information, thinking about how her mother might respond.

Becca looked towards Jim, who in turn said, "In my opinion Ma'am, we should pull out. We have been there long enough."

"Ma'am, if we get out now we run the risk of looking weak," Francis stated.

"America, will never look weak to anyone but us," Jim stated. "They say we're weak because we choose our battles, but they know better. Otherwise we'd never have peace."

"Okay look," Becca interrupted, "give me a bit... I'll come up with something. Just keep doing what you do and I'll do my thing in the Oval. I'll talk to you guys later." Becca said standing up and heading for the oval She stood up and quickly left the room.

Every man in the room stopped to look, with a dumbstruck expression on their faces.

Once she was upstairs, back in her mother's office, Becca picked up the remote and changed the channel on the television from CNN to MTV.

She flopped down on the soft leather chair behind the desk and stared at one of their million reality shows. "Hey," Rod said peeking inside.

"Hey..."

"I got you out of the two weeks detention your mother got you into," Rod said noting his daughter's disposition.

"Thanks," Becca said absentmindedly.

"You doing okay?"

"I can't do this job, and if I'm stuck in this body forever, I may have to do this for a whole year at least."

"You can resign, Becca," Rod said taking a seat on the other side of the desk.

"Are you kidding? And make Mom look weak?" Becca shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Okay, we'll take it one thing at a time. I'll be right here with you." He picked up the remote from the desk and turned off the television. "Now tell me what happened in the Sit room."