“There’s a new President, Grandpa. He’s son of the old President, and grandson of the one before that.”
“That’s right, Chloe. Was your teacher pleased?”
“Delighted. She said that in the bad old days we’d no idea who would become President. Every four years, people just stuck something in a box, like a lucky dip.”
“Maybe a bit like that, Chloe.”
“Didn’t you once say you liked that way, Grandpa?”
‘Might have. But never, ever let them hear you say it… promise me, Chloe.”
“I promise… it’ll be our secret, Grandpa.”