I’d dined with The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, alone. It had been a private affair with only the two of us. I’d acquired signatures, state secrets, just the right amount of English blood, and enough charm to last me a while. He came away from it feeling quite satisfied with himself, though a little pale.
Heading to my private quarters I was stopped cold in my tracks. There he was, at the end of the hall.
“Well, this is random.” I said to the familiar apparition.
“I have been waiting for you madam.”
“I never imagined you’d stoop so low as to be a ghost.”
He smiled. “I never imagined you’d stoop so low as to be president.”
I smiled back. “The first woman president. I bet you never thought you’d see that in your lifetime.”
“I’m dead my dear…
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