a chuisle mo chroí ♡ JFK ✔️

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈; 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐 🎉

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During the short vacation, Alice stumbled upon a creative frenzy.

Her hands were full of paint most of the time. She found that it was the perfect moment to resume those walks with her father around the Capital. They stopped on every landmark, and Alice would paint the snow-covered sights. The cold could not stop her artistry.

The Lincoln Memorial was her favorite work so far.

When Alice looked at the White House on their way home, she found it impossible not to grin from ear to ear.

The place was already full of memories for her. She wondered whether he was too busy. She was so accustomed to helping him that Alice felt bad for not being there. But if there was one thing Alice knew about John was that he was more than capable.

Although, his back pain looked to be getting worse and worse lately, at least since the last time she saw him. Alice made a mental note to ask the physician if there were any other medicaments. Perhaps with a stronger effect, or new ones that he could try out. Anything to make his days easier.

Alice thought the days of no work would go by very slowly, but in no time she found that it was already time to return. However, she would not be going to the White House yet; John notified her that he was at Palm Beach, visiting his father at the hospital after the stroke.

Alice took off and arrived in Florida by morning on the 31st. She was more than glad to go. If he needed emotional support she would be there for him. It was more likely that he would hide how he was truly feeling like he always did. But with all that was going on, Alice hoped he would open up.

It was a nice surprise that as soon as Alice arrived at the residence, he was waiting at the entrance to greet her. He wasn't suited up, instead, he wore a grey polo, light yellow pants, and white sneakers. Alice loved it when he dressed casually; he looked so free like he was not responsible for a whole country. And it was a reminder that he was a person first, and president second.

She felt like running up to him, after what felt like months without seeing him. She had missed him. A lot. But, instead, Alice simply walked, not letting her anticipation show, and once in front of John, she was not sure of how to greet him.

"Took you long enough." The man joked, but Alice could clearly see behind the facade how upset he was about seeing his father like that.

"Hey, you could have let me know that you were here sooner!" The girl, knowing about his aversion to showing his feelings, kept a positive attitude with him. She also knew that he would try to push back that talk they had to have as much as he could. In the meantime, they would both act as if there was nothing extraordinary going on.

Alice, who had never been to the Winter White House before, marveled at the incredible residence. She understood why the Kennedy's used that house in winter. Compared to the capital, Florida was considerably warmer. She also realized she was overdressed in her coat and boots.

Alice laughed at herself while John took her coat off. Then, the pair walked around the house as he showed her the luxurious place.

The yard was amazing. The tall palm trees added to the summery ambiance, but it was clear that it was not warm enough yet to enjoy the beach that was just a few steps away from the house.

"This place is stunning! Why don't you come here more often?"

"It's too far away. But we could come in summer if you want to."

If I want to? Alice thought. Why does he allow me such whims?

Alice could already imagine next summer in Palm Beach... Sometimes she wondered why she was so lucky and deserving of such a swell job. She had truly landed on her feet.