"Inefficiency," A.P. said tersely. "Everywhere you look, inefficiency. It's appalling."
"And so are you!" Letter snapped.
"My father!" the infant said, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "What irony!"
At this moment the nurse returned and the unhappy trio fell into a forced silence.
"The reporters," the nurse said uneasily, "they've gotten into the hallway somehow." She followed Lester's apprehensive gaze to the baby. "They want an interview—with all three of you."
Lester sighed deeply. "Oh, well," he said, and taking hold of the wheel chair he shoved it forward.
The crush began at the door. A dozen reporters, at the first glimpse of the wheel chair, crowded toward it. A red-faced young man with a touseled crop of black hair stuck his face aggressively down next to A.P.'s.
"What do you think of the political situation, kid?" he yelled.
The little company froze, and there was an instantaneous hush. Lester exchanged a glance of speechless horror with Ginny as their infant son observed his inquisitor with a scathing stare and parted his cherubic lips.
"Goo," A.P. said with flat disgust. "Goo, goo, goo!"