xxvii. Parents
"Dad?" A teenage girl walked into the Oval Office. "Can you help me with something?" She took a few tentative steps into the room before sitting down in a chair in front of the desk her father was hunched over, signing some papers.
"What do you need?"
"Can you tell me the history of the White House?" Sam Seaborn shut his eyes for a second, remembering the disastrous tour he gave to Mallory's class.
"Maybe you should go ask your mother."
"Mom's in Argentina."
Crap. Okay. Be smooth. "She is?"
"Yeah." His daughter raised an eyebrow.
"Go ask Josh."