It was six months ago when she got that crazy phone call and started smiling her ass off.
Five and a half months ago, the convention where she sneered, told lame jokes, chanted “Drill baby Drill”, and smiled some more.
The day before the election she beamed and showed off for the cameras the scrawny offspring of her daughter and that loser she had to support now to save face.

She even managed a weak “be strong for our country” smile at the crazy old guy’s funeral, the day before what was supposed to have been his Inauguration.

Two days after that, she was the most powerful woman in the history of humanity. She’d done what no woman had ever done, what few even had hoped to do, smiling that winning smile.

She didn’t smile now.

“What the heck am I supposed to do?”