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said in an effort to try and understand Mitchell’s explanation. Mitchell looked at him questionably.
    “ Why would you even ask that?” he asked looking at Kyle.
    “ President…first lady. Your words not mine,” “Kyle said shrugging.
    “ Okay, simply put, the whole presidential thing is to do with family fortune. I can’t believe you thought I was part of the first family…or at least the extended first family,” Mitchell said as Melinda and Natasha walked back.
    “ Oh…you should have just said that. Talk in parables much?” Kyle asked as the girls sat down. “Hey, what happened to the drinks?” he asked as he laid eyes on the chips and dip the girls had just walked in carrying.
    “ Here they are,” Melinda said pouring cold soda in the four glasses she had.
    “ You know what I mean,” Mitchell said with a frown.
    “ Well, we decided since it is only, what, two in the afternoon? Maybe we should save the good stuff for later on when you show us all the hot spots around this beautiful island,” Natasha said as she sat down next to Mitchell.
    “ Guess you’re right,” Kyle said as he took a bite of one chip covered in dip. “And worth it,” he said as he closed his eyes. Mitchell followed suit, as did the girls.
    “ Oh my God, this is no regular dip,” Mitchell said.
    “ I know, right?” Melinda said beaming. “I was in love with the dip when I first came here too. Apparently, the secret is in the garlic,” she added taking another chip. Mitchell looked at Kyle and then at Natasha.
    “ Do you mean to tell me that you make your own dips?” he asked looking at Kyle.
    “ We like to think that the dip is the reason why Americans keep on coming back here,” Kyle said smiling. Natasha laughed.
    “ We do love our dip,” she said. “So, what were you boys talking about when the womenfolk were busy making the delicious treats?” she asked as Melinda handed out the glasses of soda.
    “ Mitchell was going on about being in the first family and stuff,” Kyle said without looking up.
    “ First family? Like the president’s family?” Melinda asked surprised. Natasha elbowed Mitchell again.
    “ That’s the man I married. Always making little figurative phrases,” Natasha said. Melinda’s eyes suddenly grew wild.
    “ Wait a minute,” she said looking at Mitchell. “Figurative talk…your last name is Schmidt, right?” she asked excitedly. Natasha looked at her surprised.
    “ Yes. Nice to meet you for the second time,” she said. “What’s the point of this little trip down memory lane?” she asked.
    “ Like Schmidt, Nolan Schmidt the big tycoon?” Melinda asked.
    “ Seems I can never really hide from anyone nowadays,” Mitchell said. “But guilty,” he said as he put an arm around Natasha’s shoulders.
    “ Am sorry but I am not so sure I understand what is going on here,” Kyle said as his gaze shift from Melinda to Mitchell.
    “ Okay, I don’t want you to think I’m a stalker or some shit like that,” Melinda started.
    “ Okay, that’s a little freaky that you chose those particular words to start your speech,” Mitchell said. Melinda laughed as she shook her head.
    “ I’m sorry. It’s just that before I started working for the travel diaries I was supposed to cover your wedding. Media houses were calling it the American Royal Wedding,” Melinda said laughing. “But when TMZ got the deal…well, you know, the wedding would have been my big break,” she added.
    “ TMZ did get the scoop,” Natasha said.
    “ Wait, big break? Honey, I thought you loved doing the travel show,” Kyle said looking surprised.
    “ I do, God knows I do. It’s just that at some point I was into broadcast…maybe something behind the anchor desk,” Melinda said. “It was to be…” her voice trailed off as she took a long sip of her drink. “But I not only produce the show, I own it. So it was a win-win,” she added with a smile.
    “ I’m sure you do,” Natasha said, a