107 Days

by Kamala Harris

At the vice president’s residence, we’d been given an organizational chart showing how the household was meant to function. Under the heading “Second Lady,” an arrow pointed to “Family Life,” which turned out to be a euphemism for “housekeeper.” While there were naval enlisted aides who helped with household tasks if I was in the residence, they vanished when I was traveling. Because it was a secure facility, we were precluded from hiring our own outside help. If Doug needed laundry done, he had to do it himself or else hide his clothes in my laundry basket and hope that they’d take pity. Since I’m the cook in the family, I needed to make big batches of food and freeze them for him, so he’d have something decent to eat when I was gone.

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