The small cell phone on Louise's lap rang softly. She placed it to her ear and just listened as her security man asked her if she could excuse herself, there seemed to be a problem. Louise, feeling flustered, nodded to her husband and left the table. Her drink was still in her hand.

The security man pointed towards the cliffs and at first Louise could not understand what he was trying to show her. Then she saw it.

One of those damn hang things was turning in small circles and falling towards them. What was she to do? If she had everyone leave the pool house and it missed, then she would have ruined the party for no reason. If she did nothing and it hit the pool house, she would be responsible, she thought as she waved her arms, as if to ward off the falling menace, spilling her beverage on her dress, further upsetting her.

"Do something!" She screamed at the security man, "get a fucking net or something and stop that thing from hitting the house, you bastard!" Louise believed that anyone who took orders from her was probably incompetent and treated them as such.

The security man ran towards the now even closer hang glider, waving his arms and yelling, "Don't hit the house, aim for the bitch in the white dress."

"I heard that you asshole, you're fired," yelled Louise.

"Great," he replied as he quickly left Louise alone to deal with this run away hang glider.

After yelling at her security man, Louise turned back to the business at hand and could no longer see the hang glider. It must have fallen into the sea, she thought. She walked quickly to the rear of the pool house. She would watch the rest of the speeches from here and return to the main table when they begin serving lunch, besides, she needed another drink. It never occurred to Louise to call for assistance if she believed that the hang gilder did in fact fall into the sea.

Everyone was facing away from Louise towards the speaker. When Mr. Washington finished speaking, they all stood up to applaud. As they all sat down, Louise screamed.

The hang glider came into full view as it swept in from the ocean like a giant multi-colored bird of prey and crashed through the large window on the side where the main table stood.

The noise was deafening. The entire two-story high glass window exploded from the impact and thousands of plastic-lined pieces of glass sprayed the area. People were screaming and there was the sound of broken dishes, chairs and tables being pushed over as people tried to get away from the windows. Men were yelling for everyone to get down.

Mr. Prescott yelled, "Get down everyone get down." The glider hit the edge of the table and bounced in the air. It came down on the table and slid across its entire length, taking everything including the American eagle with it.

Then it was dead silent except for the sound of some women crying. Louise walked over to the table and looked at her husband and then at the glider. The wings were painted with fruit and vegetables and the man driving it seemed to be in some sort of sleeping bag, he was not moving. She heard the sound of a cell phone ringing it came from inside the sleeping bag. The ringing was a song that she recognized Old MacDonald had a farm… She could not help herself, she laughed aloud until it hurt. She just kept laughing.

"Where the hell is security, call for help, people are bleeding out there, get our first aid kits, don't just stand there, do something." Louise's husband yelled at her.

There would be one less testimony before Congress on Monday.

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