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Quinn family home. Derry, Republic of Ireland. The day before the Clintons come to Derry.
"The President of the United States, Bill Clinton, a committed supporter of the peace process, will visit with both sides of the community during his trip to Belfast before travelling to Londonderry..." the radio announced as the Quinn family was in the kitchen having their breakfast. Ma Mary was busy getting her house into tip top shape as everyone was preparing for the president's arrival in their own way. Eventually, Grandpa Joe cam rushing in with excitement.
"He's here, he's here, He's landed!" Joe exclaimed.
"I know he has, Da! and look at the state of the place!" Mary exclaimed in frustration as she cleaned.
"I better tell Jim across the road!" Jim exclaimed back as he rushed out.
"Christ, I'm at my wits' end!" Mary declared as her husband watched her with disbelief.
"Firstly, he's not coming to Derry until tomorrow." Gerry explained.
"Have you see the heck of those skirting boards, Gerry?" Mary asked anxiously. "I'd need a week to tackle them."
"And secondly, I think it's unlikely he'll call to our house." Gerry pointed out.
"He might call, Gerry." His wife shot back.
"Aye, he might take a notion." Aunt Sarah added as her daughter Orla held her cigarette.
"I think presidential visits are quite carefully planned." Gerry explained calmly. "I'm not sure there's an awful lot of room for notion-taking.
"Hope you're right, Gerry, for it's like Beirut in here." Mary griped as she held a pair of mugs in her hand. "I mean, when was the last time these were bleached? I couldn't hand Hillary that."
"I'd say she keeps her place shining, Mary." Sarah commented.
"Sure she'd put you to shame." Mary muttered as she took the mugs to be cleaned as Joe came back in.
"Right, we need to clear this table." Joe commanded. "Jim's bringing his equipment over."
"What equipment?" Gerry asked.
"Them aul radio transmitters he collects." Mary answered. "Him and Daddy think they can tap into the CIA's system on them."
"Excuse me?" Her husband asked in shock.
"Jim really buzzes off radio contact." Sarah remarked.
"You can't tap the CIA, Joe." Gerry pointed out, trying to sound reasonable.
"It'll make tracking Clinton down much easier." Joe reasoned.
"Right...I don't think the CIA enjoy people tracking the President down." Gerry explained. "I think they can get funny about that type of stuff."
"Let them try and bloody stop me." Joe challenged.
"They will stop you, Joe...they're the CIA!" Gerry pleaded.
"I won't miss my chance, not again!" His father in law vowed. "You hear me, boy?"
"What the hell is he planning to do?" Gerry inquired.
"When JFK came to Dublin, Uncle Colm met him, and Daddy didn't." Mary explained.
"Things are gonna be different this time, I tell you." Joe promised.
"JFK spoke to Colm?" Gerry asked in amusement. "Christ, that man didn't have much luck, did he?"
"I'm not sure any of us will get to meet Bill or Hillary." Erin remarked as she ate her breakfast.
"Some sense at last." Gerry said with relief.
"They'll be far too busy, that's why we've decided to take Chelsea off their hands." Erin remarked with a smirk.
"What?" Gerry asked in disbelief.
"We're gonna bring her to Lisnagelvin swimming pool." Orla said.
"The wave machine's been fixed." Erin added.
"Lovely." Mary remarked with a smile.
"I hope she remembers her swimming cap, Erin." Orla cautioned. They've gotten dead strict about swimming caps."
"And that wain has some head of hair on her." Sarah added.
"Dear Jesus." Gerry muttered as there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Erin, go fetch the post." Mary demanded as her eldest daughter rolled her eyes and went to the door to meet the postal carrier.
"Aye, mail call for Erin Quinn and Orla McCool." The post Man said as he handed her a letter. "Apologies for the delay lass, the letter got delayed because it took a tick to verify who it was from." Erin surveyed the envelope that was addressed to Erin Quinn and Orla McCool in Derry. She was utterly stunned to see the return address on the back:
The White House. 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, N.W. Washington, DC 20500.
"Bloody Hell..." Erin muttered as her spirits rose. She quickly raced into the kitchen and snatched a knife to open said letter.
"What the blazes are ya doing?" Gerry inquired as Erin opened the envelope and began to read.
"It's Chelsea, she's finally written back!" Erin exclaimed with glee as Orla snatched the letter to read it herself. "She's coming across the pond to hang out with little Ol' me!"
"She didn't say if she's bringing her swimming cap." Orla pointed out with concern.
"Hold up, Chelsea actually sent you a letter?" Gerry asked in surprise.
"Why wouldn't she, you bloody eejit?" Joe snapped at his son in law. "Our wains will show Ol' Bill's wain a bloody good time."
"I'm not saying that they wouldn't Joe, I'm just finding it a little unusual that her parents are letting her go off with completely strangers is all." Gerry pointed out.
"I got to ring the girls, we need to prepare a full itinerary for Chelsea!" Erin announced as she ran to the phone while Orla was right behind her. Erin immediately dialed up Clare who picked up after a couple rings.
"Hello?" Clare asked.
"Chelsea wrote back!" Erin declared with excitement.
"Sweet suffering Jesus!" Clare exclaimed with joy.
"Call Michelle and James, get them over here now!" Erin ordered as she hung back up.
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