“The college kids are now mad about Yemen,” Kamala said to Karine.

“What’s a Yemen?” Joe asked. Finnegan patted him on the hand and he smiled.

“Don’t they know I’ve got to look tough?” Kamala asked.

“Tough!” Joe barked. He shook off Finnegan’s hand and shadow-boxed, wincing and grinning.

“Yes, Madam Vice President,” Karine said, the words sour in her mouth.

“I don’t know why we’re bombing Yemen,” Hunter said, yawning. “They’ve never given me a dime.”

“What’s a Yemen?” Joe asked again.

“It’s a country where Iran-backed Houthi terrorists are attacking merchant’s ships in the Red Sea,” Karina said absently, automatically.

“What? Hooties! I’d love some chicken wings!” Joe and Hunter said in inhuman unison. Karine shivered all over and bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood.

“Houthis are pirates, Joe. They have been firing rockets at commercial ships,” Kalama said.

“Don’t tell him that!” Finnegan hissed.

“I love pirates!” Joe said, animated for the first time in weeks. “They say stuff, like, ‘Avast!’ and have cutlasses!”

“They sure do, Daddy,” Hunter said, sitting up on the couch. “They are bad guys.”

“I have, uh, you know, been against bad people. That’s what I’ve always said,” he said. Hunter giggled.

“You get him wound up and you are going to have to babysit him the rest of the day,” Finnegan told her father

Hunter yawned and took a few quick licks of Cracky before slipping him into the pocket of the ratty robe he had found down in the fud-tunnels. “If the Big Guy wants to talk about pirates then he should talk about pirates,” he said, eyes red, nose chapped, jock strap elaborately stained.

Hunter slid past Karine, making sure his half-erection rubbed across her pants-suited buttocks. He grinned and she bit her cheek harder.

“The Houthis are going to be my pirate problem,” Kamala said. “I don’t want the situation to get out of hand while I’m running for President.”

Not even Karine could keep herself from laughing; Hunter and Finnegan guffawed. Joe laughed because everyone else was laughing, his confusion complete.