Elaine straightened up and stared at Bud. "Seeing each other? We were here a month, before they were off, riding into the sun set together. And at Disney, they barely talked to each other, but Marks was always staring. How is that seeing each other? How can it be healthy?"
She sighed. "He wouldn't have. That's when the President would have done her job. Or well you," she said with a smile. "There was nothing that said that you couldn't be involved after the election." In fact, Bud had been involved plenty during the election, but it had been behind the scenes and more effective that if he'd been in front of a camera. "I'm not arguing with you on that front."
Elaine leaned back again. "So what do we do now? There's no more presidency, no way to explain what happened when we go home. I've been thinking about it, but there's no way we can ever go back, even if they find a way. We're too known. Whoever is in charge will never allow us to roam free. We need to make other plans for us and the boys. And what do we do with the boys when they come back. We need to make sure they know what we're thinking about them, especially if we tell them that we can't go home ever again."