Clean as a Whistle

“Clean as a whistle,’ the slim, dapper senior in the aisle seat touched the top of my baby’s head. “Taking the tyke to see his grandparents?” “No,” I said. “My husband was in Afghanistan but he’s coming home for a visit to Camp David.” “Isn’t that where presidents hide out when the going gets tough?” [...]

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