"I don't know if it's right to talk to you about personal things," she said after a moment. "I don't mind. If you don't want to I won't press you." ...There another lengthy silence. When she turned her face to me I could see that she was crying. "I've been having these thoughts," she started to say. Another long lapse into silence. I felt she was collecting her thoughts and allowed her to proceed at her own pace. "About what?" I gently prompted her. I felt maybe she needed a little push in. The phone rings; Representative Clinton picks it up."Oh my God. You are kidding. You have got to be kidding. Right now? OK.Thanks." Chelsea? What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost." Maybe I have. Romney was pronounced dead from a stroke thirty-fiveminutes ago. Bachmann's on her way over here to be sworn in right now." Well, this means you get to be the second female president, then." Great. Who remembers the second man to invent the telephone?" But the important thing is, you will. Donny shook his head and said, "I'm okay. Why don't you go back to bed?"I was still very sleepy and didn't want to admit it, but that was the best offer I'd heard all day.I kissed Donny on the cheek again and said, "Thank you. You're a lifesaver."I crawled back into bed and snuggled against a very warm and soft Charli; she murmured a couple times and settled back into sleep. It took a long time for me to drift off.I was awakened the next morning about ten by the doorbell; a few seconds later. "What's it like out there?" I asked curiously as I got dressed. Her eyes grew haunted. "Total chaos," she said quietly in the tone of someone trying to block out something from their mind. "Murders, suicides, accidents. Looting. And rape. There're fires everywhere, but no one seems to be able to put them out, so it just keeps spreading. Lots of people are confused and depressed. People are stabbing themselves in broad daylight. It's terrible." Despite all this, though, the world recovered in a.