"Sister Margaret. I'm so glad you called. Jed has talked a lot about you."
Abbey flinched. Here she was lying in front of a Sister. She would probably burn in hell for that one.
She quickly guided the Sister to the appropriate chair at the table. Jed had yet to appear, again caught by the needs of the country.
On remote control, Abbey asked Sister Margaret if she would like a drink. Immediately, she realized what she had offered.
"No, I meant a glass of water or something."
"That's okay, Mrs. Bartlet. A glass of water would be nice."
Abbey blushed, but poured a glass of wine for herself and handed Sister Margaret a glass of water.
"Sister Margaret, I understand you taught my husband in high school. What subject?"
"World History."
"That's nice."
Abbey took a sip of wine and decided to ask the one question she had been dying to ask since their conversation last night.
"Sister Margaret, my husband and I met in college, but he has said little about his early years in school. I know his father was headmaster at a private school and he attended there. How did you meet him?"
"Well, he was so upset at the private school that his father finally agreed to a transfer his senior year. It took some effort, but finally the transfer was arranged and I met him at All Saints that last year."
"What kind of student was he?"
"Diligent. He completed almost every assignment before it was due. He loved to get up in class and debate on the slightest provocation. In fact, by the end of the term, no one would ever challenge him because they always lost."
Abbey smiled. Almost fifty years later, he hadn't changed.
"Sister, if I can ask, why do you remember my husband so well? I mean it was your first year of teaching and you must have had thousands of students since then. How can you remember Josiah Bartlet so well?"
"Don't answer that, Sister."
At that very moment, the President of the United States had entered the dining room.