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Her father!

Maybe he would have ideas for his daughter. Liberty took out her really cool turquoise cell phone. She texted POTUS (DADDY).

That meant the president of the United States.

AM BORED. DO U HAVE IDEAS FOR ME?

Liberty waited. Then her cell phone brrzped back.

USE YOUR IMAGINATION.

That was the best he could do? Use her imagination? Brrzp! Another text came in from him. Oh, maybe he had another idea.

CLEAN UR ROOM.

Liberty should change that sign of his.

Liberty texted back:

I’LL USE MY IMAGINATION. KTHXBAI.

Okay. Imagination time. Liberty decided she would pretend she was on vacation. She looked in her dresser drawers. She pulled out a T-shirt that said FUN IN THE SUN and bright yellow sunglasses shaped like suns. She also pulled a hula skirt over her jeans and put on a lei her father got her in Hawaii.

Now she looked like she was on vacation.

Liberty took her extra pair of sunglasses out and placed them on Franklin’s nose. Franklin kept snoring.

“We’re on a relaxing vacation,” she said. “Well, you’re definitely relaxed.”

Liberty then put a bath towel on the floor and lay down on it. She closed her eyes and pretended she was on the beach.

Ah, she could feel the pretend sun. The pretend sand. Then Liberty pretended she was in the ocean. She plugged her nose and flapped her arms around like she was swimming.

“Liberty, I—” Liberty’s mom had stuck her head into the room. “May I ask why you are rolling around on the floor while wearing a hula skirt?”

Liberty stopped flapping and sat up.

“I am on vacation,” she explained. “I was using my imagination. It was Daddy’s idea.”

“Oh,” her mother said. “Well, I hope you’re having fun.”

“No, it’s boring.” Liberty sighed. “But you’re here now, so can you play with me?”

“Sweetie, I’d love to, but I have to go to a meeting downstairs,” her mother said.

“It’s a vacation day for the country,” Liberty complained. “For everyone except you and Daddy.”

“Honey, you know that the president and the First Lady have many commitments,” her mother said. “You’re welcome to come with me. I’m discussing the economic and political realities of—”

Erg. No and no.

“I’ll just be downstairs until I have to leave, then,” her mother said. “Let your agent know if you need anything.”

That’s who Liberty could play with: SAM! SAM was Liberty’s special Secret Service agent. He was very tall and had no hair. His shiny bald head made it extra fun to pat him on the head during duck, duck, goose. Yes, SAM was excellent at playing games! Now the vacation fun could begin!

Liberty grabbed a walkie-talkie off her desk. Yes! Liberty had her own walkie-talkie to talk to her Secret Service agents. She had decorated the walkie-talkie with silver nail polish and pink and purple sequins.

“Hello, SAM?” Liberty said into the walkie-talkie.

Zzzzrblt! Sppkt! The walkie-talkie made static noises, and then a voice spoke.

“Ruffles, do you need me?”

Ruffles? SAM never called her by her official code name. Liberty had thought up a way better one: Rottweiler.

“Um, who is this please?” Liberty said.

“This is Russ,” the walkie-talkie spoke.

Oh. Russ. He was another Secret Service agent. But he didn’t play hide-and-seek. He wouldn’t let Liberty play secret spies with the walkie-talkies, and he never wanted to play zombie tag.

“Is SAM there?” Liberty asked politely.

“SAM has the vacation day off. Do you need anything?” Russ asked.

Liberty told him no thanks, and then groaned. AUGH! SAM was on vacation! Liberty pictured SAM lying on the beach. She wondered if he wore his dark secret agent suit and an earpiece in his ear on the beach.

Liberty had only one last hope. There was someone else who might be upstairs in the White House. It was Abraham Lincoln. Well, his ghost, anyway. Some people thought Lincoln’s ghost still haunted the Lincoln bedroom. Maybe today would be the day she could get his ghost to talk to her.

Liberty went down the hall. The Lincoln bedroom was super-fancy. This was where Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation. There was a huge bed in it, and Liberty pulled herself up on it.

“Excuse me!” Liberty called out. “Mr. President Abraham Lincoln? Are you there?”

She waited.

“I know you’re shy,” she said. “But I’m really bored and lonely. Everyone is on vacation.”

Liberty waited a minute. She was about to give up. And that was when she heard it.

“Hello?” a low voice said.

Liberty almost fell off the bed.

“President Abraham Lincoln?” Liberty asked. “Is that really you?”

“Yesss,” the voice said. “Yessss, it issss.”

© 2011 Julia DeVillers