I put the (pretty heavy) gift bag in a corner of my room, where it usually sits when it's not holding a presidential candidate. I wandered through the house, wondering what to do about it. Usually, I didn't have such important things happening in the house, but when they did happen, I didn't know what to do. I was not a Trump supporter, so i didn't really like the idea of letting him out of the bag. However, I felt genuinely bad about his son and his family. They didn't really do anything, so I let them out. In no time, they made themselves comfortable in my living room, drinking tea from one of our many tea sets, and eating various snacks off the table. Trump's son mumbled between snacks.
"You know, I think it would be a good idea to let my dad out," he said, looking very unlike the image I had had of him. I was in no mood to argue with this very important person, so I reluctantly dragged the bag into the living room.
