Chapter 4
White House, Washington DC
President's Quarters
Mac paced around her bedroom, Rod had yet to return from a meeting and Mac stood in her room wondering about why her youngest daughter had yet to talk to her about her first day of school. She also wondered why her two oldest children had also yet to call her. Horace was away at school and probably concentrating on his schoolwork. Becca probably didn't have the time or energy to call her mother at home, Mac thought to herself. She looked out the window and wondered why these things had yet to happen.
A knock came at the door and Mac went to answer it. It was Amy. Amy stood with her bag over her shoulder and with a red hoodie in other hand. It was remarkable how much Amy looked like Becca and her mother. Already at 14, she had inherited her mother's height and auburn color hair. She was taller than most of her classmates and this made her stand out.
"Hey, can I come in?" Amy asked her mother.
"Of course you can, Honey," Mac said to her daughter, "How was your day?"
"Well, besides the thousands of flashing cameras and video phones, it was fine," Amy said to her mother.
"Oh," Mac responded.
"At first I thought it would be cool to show up to school in a limo, but by the end of the day it was kind of played out," Amy said.
"I guess the press is going to have to get used to having a Calloway at that school again. I'm pretty sure if Becca and Horace made it through you will too," Mac said to her daughter.
"And that's another thing," Amy replied.
"What honey?" she asked her daughter.
"I would think that a lot of people would compare me to Horace and Becca but the press didn't," she said.
"Well, that's good," Mac said.
"You didn't have Kelly tell the press not to do that," Amy questioned her mother.
"No, why would you think that?" she asked her.
"Because you have the power do to that kind of thing," she said.
"Well, I didn't," Mac said to her.
"Well, I have to start homework, apparently being the president's daughter doesn't get you out of doing your history homework," Amy said with slight sarcasm.
"I'm glad you had a good day," Mac said.
Amy walked out of the room and down the hallway and into her room to start her homework. Mac walked out of her room and ran into Vince while walking to her office. She was sure that she would have to do something with the press or attend another meeting. She just really didn't want to at the present moment.
"Hello, ma'am," Vince greeted her.
"What do you have," Mac answered her.
"You seem a little worried, you haven't spoke to Becca or Horace yet have you," Vince answered.
"I would just like to know how their days are," Mac said.
"May I be candid," Vince asked her.
"Go ahead," Mac told him.
"She's an ER medical student in one of Chicago's busiest hospitals and he's out trying to follow in your footsteps. I wouldn't worry too much about them. What do they say, No news is good news," Vince said.
"I've been president for almost four years and I have learned that any news would be better than no news," Mac replied.
"Touché," Vince replied.
They walked into her office to find Jim and Rod disusing something and Kelly sitting in the corner writing something in the tablet. Kelly had started out as Mac's press secutary but after working with her for all of her presidency she had become a close friend to the family.
"You look exhausted ma'am," Kelly said to her.
"Oh, nothing like I was the other day," Mac said.
"She's worrying about her children," Vince asked.
"Oh…I'm sure their fine," Kelly said.
"Yeah, I know but I can't help having this overwhelming fear that something is wrong with one of them," Mac said. She walked over to her desk and sat down, she began to leaf through a folder and asked her husband what was on her agenda. She kept the thought of her older children in her mind and concentrated on her own work. She thought about them constantly and knew that they would call her when they had a minute.