Little FoxChapter 12
Little Fox left the helicopter, crossed the lawn and entered into the White House yawning from the fatigue overwhelming her. She refused any offer for food or drink. All she wanted was rest. Still she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Fern and Angela were on duty when she appeared carrying her high heels with her fur slung over her arm. She managed a smile at the agents. Her purse was hung over her neck like it was a horse's oat bag. The last ten days of campaigning on the Left Coast has...