“Why don’t you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?”
He is my son, after all. What mother wouldn’t want the best for her son? And this was best; President of the United States of America, the most powerful country in the world. He would have had the world at his feet. Some concessions must naturally be made, of course, and there are people with whom one must form genial relations. After all, if they scratch your back (to use a vulgar term), you must, in turn reciprocate.
Besides my son, while a good, obedient boy was not of the strongest ilk- easily willed and loathe to make the really necessary decisions. That girl with whom he was infatuated- completely unsuitable, bound to ruin his prospects, drag him down to a level to which he did not belong. Her level. Her fathers level. Her father- that wretched man; there really was nothing for it, you see- he was an irritant, grit in my eye, obscuring my view of the White House. He and his daughter had to be brought to task. And really, the only way they would remain unobstructive would be to remove them. Have him remove them, I suppose I mean. As I said, such an obedient boy.
So I planned, and I prepared, and I lay the groundwork for a sterling campaign, a true American hero; returned to lead the country in its darkest hour. Here I thought it particularly clever on my part- what could be more devastating, what more would the people need a guiding hand to rise above, than the loss of a president? And he as the vice president would arise the hero in an entirely new sense, not just a saviour of a few ragged soldiers, but of the country, and by extension, the world.
If I had to break a few eggs to make this omelet then so be it; one must have priorities. Yes, my son was conditioned, as my Chinese associate would so quaintly describe it. Yes, he lost some of his army ‘friends’, killed one or two (they never appreciated him anyway). And yes, I utilized the adjusted capabilities of my son; aiming and firing the weapon he had become, if only to further the final cause.
So my son had to be led, guided through a course to which he was blind; and though his mind retaliated against the directions it received, creating division and pain, such is the life of a man who would someday reach the highest eschelons of politics. And I did this fully aware of what I was doing and why. I am a mother.