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Fauntleroy and Flossy – Divide and Conquer
In the great residence, Flossy lay in her big brass bed. “Darling.” She looked across the room, “Darling? Are you listening?” She looked for any sign of acknowledgement, as wives do. “Darling,” she raised her voice.
Fauntleroy tore his eyes away from his reflection in the mirror. “Yes?” He paused, “Yes, to anything you want.”
“Really. Do you really mean it? Because what I want is for you to change the name of Washington, D.C. to Fauntleroy, D.C. I think Washington has held the name long enough. The people mandated change. You got every vote that mattered. Between the FBI and the KGB, well you did it Darling.” She paused and glanced at Connie sitting at the end of the bed. “Does she have to be here with us? Even in bed?”
Fauntleroy glanced over at his wife. “You are to be seen and not heard. It is a man's world.”
“Oh, another thing Darling, the phones have been changed like you asked. Now, incoming calls will be answered with: Press 1 for English and Press 2 for Russian.”*
Connie stood and left the room a few steps ahead of Fauntleroy. When they were clear of the Great Residence door, Connie turned to Fauntleroy and said, “When will the public learn that you were not elected, but rather you conquered?”
“Republican Senators are beginning to question my decisions. REPUBLICANS, how could they break ranks with me? Those old dinosaurs have to go. Call Kim Jung-un, he is said to have gotten rid of over 340 members on his enemy list. Find out if that affected his sleep.”
He reached for Connie’s behind, but she was too quick for him. “Put out another Press release. Expand our slogan, Buy Americans, Hire Americans and Retire unnecessary Americans.” He smiled at his own humor.
“Don’t worry. I will clean that up.”
Flossy ran out of the Great Residence’s door wearing her negligee. Flashing her garter, and called after them, “Darling, answer your camouflage phone. She turned, hiding her wry smile.
Faunt's camouflage sock phone rang.
“Putt-Baby, what gets you out of your warm bed so early this morning? Yes, yes, I saw it, that was so smart. You sure put the outgoing President in his place. So, what, I’ll call back each one of those ambassadors in just a couple of weeks. Anything else?” He listened. “Sure, Poland, take it. What do I want with Poland.” He hung up.
Mini T, Model T and Eridick were in the map room, sitting in front of the Ouija board. Model T’s hands were on the planchette. “Should Dad deport the Cubans back to Miami where they came from?” Her fingers were guided by the board. Just as it began to move in one direction Fauntleroy walked into the room with Connie on his left, like a good heeler.
“Leave the room.” The three children obeyed. Fauntleroy made another grab at Connie as they went by.
Connie placed her hands on the table and leaned for a closer look at the hotels and pipelines.
Fauntleroy leaned for a closer look at Connie. “That would be very unfortunate if politics were the motivating factor here,” she said pointing at the map. “You have reassurances from Putt-Baby?” She caught Faunleroy’s eyes. “I’m up here My President.”
“Yes, yes, he has assured me that sufficient funds will flow back to us and our partnerships. You know that man is claimed to have skimmed off eighty billion dollars from the Russian economy and people. I think we can do better.” He looked Connie in the face. “Why do you think the American people never catch on that all the politicians that make it to Washington leave with wealth that lasts for generations?”
He paused as Connie stood. “Did you hear that Duarte bragged about throwing people from helicopters? I want to throw someone from a helicopter. Who can we get?”
Connie looked at him, then turned and walked away. Over her shoulder she called, “NO.”
A second, “NO” came down the hall. “We have work to do. You are not Batman.” She turned and marched back toward Fauntleroy. “Did you read that the U.S. ranks similarly to Rwanda in terms of election integrity? Rwanda - for Christ-sake. You have to reign in those monkeys. They don’t feel there is any repercussion. But history shows there is.”
Fauntleroy raced after her, “Did you see that there is a suggestion that I rely on Foreign Intelligence Agencies until the CIA can give me unbiased information. I have to call Putt-Baby, and see if he will supply me with intelligence.”
Connie puts her fingers to her earpiece. “What? A ‘Fauntleroy’ Rooster erected outside a mall in China? Just who do those communists think they are dealing with?”
Connie stopped. “My President, is it true that your Commerce Secretary pick is top shareholder of a bank used by Kremlin-aligned oligarchs?”
“Sure, what’s wrong with that? It’s a bank, not a church. Do the people think that banks don’t hold vast power? That’s where the money is. We are going to break all the myths. Do you hear me, all of them.” He looked at his watch, I have a meeting with Little PR, we are going to dismantle the Veterans administration. It will go into hands that can administer it efficiently, at a profit. Why are we taking care of all these veterans? They got paid for their work.”
“One more thing before I let you go. Corporations are buying up water rights all over the country. You are going to have to give this some thought.”
Fauntleroy glanced at his watch. “I have to go.”
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This is a fictionalization of a dramatization, i.e., fiction. Names, characters, behinds, places, events and Ouija boards are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance, parlance, pretense, or grabbing of actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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