problem. Typical American story.â Stu made some notes. âAnd what kind of dog was that, again?â
âUh, a mutt,â I said. âHer nameâs Sassafras.â
âA mutt, a mutt. Perfect.â Stu nodded, then looked up at me. âAny problems with the dog? Has she ever been picked up for biting anyone?â he asked.
âWhat? No!â I said, wondering why my dog mattered so much.
âYour brotherâhe hasnât been to juvie or anything. right?â the general asked.
âJuvie?â I asked.
âJail for kids,â Stu explained.
I could see Emma leaning closer. She probably thought that anyone who wasnât rich like her went to jail. âNo, of course not. Heâs annoying, and heâs kind of vain. Heâs always texting. Thatâs the worst I can say,â I told them.
âFine, fine. Typical American teen,â said Stu. âOur team has already done more extensive background checks on you, but I wanted to get your take on things, too. Plus, the more we get to know you, the more fun this will be, right?â
âRight.â I coughed, feeling kind of nervous. âSo, uh, what do you guys want me to do here?â I asked. âOr wherever it is that weâre going?â
Stu shrugged. âNo biggie. Just be yourself.â
The general raised one eyebrow. âOh, that canât possibly be enough,â
Emma laughed. But as insulting as the generalâs comment was, I couldnât help agreeing with him. âright. Like, shouldnât I do something? Or why am I here?â
âMm-hm,â the general said. âExactly.â
âNo worries.â Stu patted my back. âThere will be a place for you in the Brandon campaign. Weâll have to wait a bit and see just what it is.â
A sudden, scary thought occurred to me. I was twelve, and Emma, the governorâs snooty daughter, was twelve.â¦
I leaned over to the general and asked, âAm I only here just to be friends with her? Thatâs not it, is it? Because weâre not going to be friends.â
âKid, I have no idea why youâre here. If it were up to me, youâd be back home in Ohio, playing baseball. Or trying to, anyway.â He chuckled.
âYouâre the one who came to my house,â I reminded him. âYouâre the one who insisted.â Had he already forgotten that?
âRight. Well.â He rubbed the back of his neck. âThe poll numbers were up, way up. Youâre an asset to the campaign. You represent middle America. Thatâs a good thing.â
âAnd our numbers are still looking great. Weâre still getting tons of hits on our site, linked from your YouTube video,â Stu said. âYouâve gone viral.â
âIâm just worried that this is all too temporary,â said the general. âWe could backslide any second, and did you hear where Flynn is headed today? The Naval Academy. Thatâs a tough image to compete with. Uniforms, flags, naval officers.â He shook his head. âWe may take a dive after that.â
âWhat about the vice president?â asked Kristen.
âMathias is visiting a wind farm in Iowa. For whatever thatâs worth.â The general didnât sound impressed. âWeâve already lost the rabid environmentalists, but weâre holding on to the moderates.â
âWell, what do we have today?â asked Kristen.
Stu quickly checked his BlackBerry. âWeâre headed to Elyria to a big event sponsored by Ohio Grandmothers for Peace. After that, more appearances in and around Cleveland. And we have a kid with a clarinet that he may or may not know how to play.â
âI can play!â I insisted. âYou got me on a bad dayâthatâs all.â
Neither one of them said anything for a second. Then Stu said, âThis is working for us. Weâre scrappy; thatâs our image. Weâre for