Okay... I know the devine miss O will be about 72 when this happens but you will see what I did with this. I had to have her do a little press. and You can't beat Oprah. so I hope you like this little chapter. It has no fluff, and no drama. No real politics either. This is just so we can find out where her focus is, because she is kind of aimless.

I'll try not to make things so fluffy... but like I said before... I do what my muse tells me to.

The interview I did, is based on a Q&A article on the January 2006 issue of 'O Magazine'

Enjoy,

S.K.

Oprah

For the next several weeks, Mac was so busy that she felt like she was always neglecting either one part of her life or the other. She did family things, but that was mostly on the campaign trail, like she and the kids went to Colorado, and Wisconsin, and Iowa. There she made a speech and then they were off with one group or another and did things as a family.

When the kids weren't with her, she went to Texas, and Alaska, and Ohio. She talked to the oil and energy companies about what she was planning to do so that Americans could stop relying so much on foreign supplies.

William was with her when she went to California, and New York the first couple of times, where they went to Charity dinners, filled with Hollywood A-listers, whom in turn Donated some cash for her Campaign. Oprah Winfrey at 72 was proud to have met her and Mac was elated. Oprah put her over the top with her donation, and promised to offer more if she needed it, that was if she gave an Interview for "O" Magazine.

"Absolutely Miss Winfrey," Mac said to the older woman.

"Oh god, Please call me Oprah."

"Yes, Ma'am." Mac said and grinned.

After a short visit back to the White House, Mac was back on the trail. Her first stop was Illinois, to give the interview she had promised. There was a chill in the air, typical of a September day in Chicago. Mac was a bit tired, and at seven and a half moths, her growing body couldn't take much more of this.

Mac stepped out of the car gingerly. William had stepped out just before she had, and she could hear people shouting just outside the door. She felt more and more like a rock star now a days than the President of the United States. She was starting to resent it.

She frowned as William helped her stand to walk into the Harpo building where the Magazine was housed. "I'm sorry." William said. He said that more and more often lately.

"For what?" Mac asked getting a bit irate.

"Everything, I know that annoys you." William signaled to the people as they waved on their way inside.

"I just don't know that they are seeing what I do as president."

"Oh they do Ma'am, trust me," Dickie said coming up on her other side. "The polls actually commend you for grinning and baring this. Especially in your condition."

"My condition..." Mac grumbled starting to feel the normal frustration with her body's changes that every woman felt during her third trimester. "I'll grin and bare it all right."

Dickie, Jim and Kelly tried not to smile at their boss' mood swing. She had been just fine just before stepping out of the car. William squeezed Mac's hand reassuringly as the staff of the studio approached them all.

"Madame President, right this way." A young woman said cheerfully and led the group to the elevator. The group rode in silence for eighteen floors. When they excited the elevator they turned to the right and as Mac made her way down the hallway, she began to feel nervous. This was a formidable woman she was to sit with and that scared her. Oprah never pulled punches.

She didn't do the talk show anymore, but she did one piece or two at her magazine every now and then. She had made an exception for the president. But the president was still in awe of this woman. Her steps slowed and her heart raced as she approached Oprah's door.

Mac entered the office, and there she was sitting behind a large oak desk. Oprah stood up and walked towards Mac. "Welcome Madame President, it's a pleasure to have you here." Oprah said warmly shaking her hand.

Mac smiled, "Miss... Oprah, It's an honor."

"Please sit with me here," Oprah offered her couch as she pulled out a tape recorder from a drawer, "Your Majesty, you may stay if you like."

Mac hadn't realized that she wasn't alone. Her eyes lit up when the older woman suggested this. "Oh Oprah I'm sorry, as you know, This is William... I mean... The Prince of Wales. This is Jim Gardner, My chief of staff, Richard McDonald from PR, and Kelly Ludlow, my press secretary."

"Nice to meet y'all" Oprah said shaking each of their hands.

"You guys I'll be fine, I'll talk to you afterward." Mac said to her staff, then looked at William and smiled at him reassuringly then kissed his cheek. She turned back to Oprah and felt instantly at ease. The woman had a nurturing look about her, and she felt like she could trust Oprah not to hang her out to dry. "Please call me Mac."

They sat on the couch and Oprah attempted small talk realizing that Mac had been a bit uncomfortable. "Hey now, That belly is getting out there."

Mac looked down at herself, she seemed to be growing faster now and every day she seemed to gain about a millimeter. "I know, it feels strange. I thought I was on menopause at first."

"Really, so this was a surprise! Is she royal?" Oprah asked her first question slyly.

Mac grinned knowing that it was coming, but was glad that the woman wasn't going to try to trick her. "Absolutely... I was ready for that question."

Oprah laughed. "How about we talk about your Job today."

"I'd love to," Mac said looking at the tape recorder.

"Didn't you get excited the first time you walked onto the Oval Office as President of the United States?"

"Definitely, I kept thinking, Oh my god, there is a woman sitting behind that desk. It's me. Though they didn't really vote me into the office, I fought these past two years to do my job as well as I could for the American people."

"The polls say that 79 of Americans are open to the idea of a female president. I don't think it's true.- That's just what people think they should say. But the fact that you sit in office and are doing what you do affects the perception of what a woman in this position could do. What do you think?"

Mac leaned back in the couch and thought about it. "I personally can't answer that question, because I don't see what they see from outside. I am too close to this. My life is completely tangled on a personal level, and it is unfortunately the part of me that seems to be exposed for all to see. My work is completely separate from it, and I have gotten things done, that previous presidents have failed to do. No one will hear about it until I am done in this position."

Oprah leaned forward, "Your family life is complicated."

"I am a woman, no matter what. Every president in my lifetime has had children, and a spouse."

"And the First Lady is usually raising the family- but you're still doing that."

"I love my children. I am a mother first and foremost. I'm not going to stop because of my job. It is an incredible luxury for an incredibly tiny percentage of the population to even be able to ask; 'Should the woman work or stay home?' The majority of families need the two incomes." Mac shifted into a more comfortable position, "So most women have to figure out how to do both, work and raise kids."

"Do you watch the things they say about you on Television?"

"Sometimes, If I can't sleep... That's not very often." Mac says with a smirk.

"What's your take on what might happen this November?"

"Well it could go either way, I was watching television the night we went to the Benefit in California, and I had gotten dressed, and I thought, I better eat a little before I go, I hadn't eaten anything all day and was starting to feel it." Mac was starting to think of Oprah more of a friend, and relaxed even more.

"So I sat down with my big dress on and a napkin tucked in eating, and the McLaughlin Group was discussing the race, and they were talking about how Rex Schroeder, the Democrat was plummeting in the polls but it could pick back up. Then they started talking about Nathan Templeton, and how he was the favorite to win. One of the panelists was like... What about President Allen? And they were all shaking their heads saying 'no chance,' and I'm sitting there."

"Midspoonfool..."

Mac laughed, "Yeah, then one of them said, she's too pretty. There will be no respect there, no matter how good she is."

"You're kidding."

"No... I just turned off the television and decided to not pay it any attention."

"So are you thinking you won't win?" Oprah asked.

"My mother always said that, if a person can do it, you can do it."

"Do you like being Commander in Chief?"

Mac didn't hesitate, "Yes... I love my family. I love spending time with my kids, but I hate that because I am female in this position it is a big deal. I'm not desperate to work. I'd much rather stay home and goof around unless there's something worth going to work for. This country is worth it for me, and if me being in The Oval helps some other woman break that glass ceiling, then I'm glad."

"Is that your ultimate goal?"

"I have two and a half daughters," Mac said then smirked, "Okay two American daughters, and I don't want them not to see the power that a woman holds."

"You have your work cut out for you." Oprah said with a smile.

"It is, but I'm not going to complain about how hard it may get because I asked for it." Mac said with a shrug.

"You've given me this time for the interview, what will you do now?" Oprah asked as they both stood and shook hands.

"I'm flying to Phoenix, then on to Nevada." Mac said as they walked slowly to the door.

"Well Mac, It was certainly nice to speak with you today." Oprah said, "You can count on my vote this November."

"Thank you." Mac said with a smile and strolled her slow deliberate and confident stroll towards her staff. That was a different woman from the one they had left just before.

"The power of Oprah." Dickie said to Kelly. She nodded in agreeing with him as they walked out of O's outer office.