Josh approaches Donna, who's in his office playing solitaire at his desk. He says "hi" kind of tentatively; Donna morosely says, "They covered the arrivals on the news. Everyone looked so nice. And happy." Josh says he brought her some food. Donna asks what's going on. Josh says he doesn't have all the answers, but "it's pretty weird so far." Josh explains that there's apparently an INS notation next to her name indicating that she's not a U.S. citizen. Donna's incredulous and insists she's a U.S. citizen: "I was born in Minnesota, we moved to Wisconsin, now I live in Washington. What the hell happened?" Josh says there was a mistake and they're sorting it out. Donna points out that she's voted in every election and paid taxes as a citizen and has all her papers. Josh says it will just take a few more minutes. Donna: "You brought food?" Josh: "Olives." He takes a wad of napkin out of his pocket. Nice. Donna: "Go away." He starts to leave. Donna: "Give me the olives." He places the wad in front of her. She picks it open glumly. Mmm, linty olives.
Abby and her ninety-two yards of dress swish into Leo's office. Leo uses one of those poles the Tokyo subway guards use to cram people into the subway cars to jam Abby and her dress in there so he can join her. He looks grim. Abby says she'd like to wait until they know something for sure before they start planning. Leo says the first day's important: "What I'd like to do, for instance, is schedule a public event, show we're not scared." He also says she'll make a comment, but that they have to pay attention to her body language, too. Actually, I think John, Lord Lecher's got that covered, but whatever. Abby understands that; she asks, "What about the campaign?" Leo says, "I'm not going to tell a man's wife she can't campaign." Abby doesn't know what that means. Leo elaborates, "I think we can get a lot of use out of you in targeted Democratic areas. Big cities, evening fundraisers. We'll keep you out of the South." Where there's probably little sympathy for that whole stand-by-your-man thing. Huh? Are all their spin doctors asleep at the wheel or what? Abby wants to talk about this tomorrow. Leo wants to talk tonight; he says it's important. Abby says, "A lot of things are important." She gets up and leaves; as she reaches the door, Leo says, "I'm sorry. Enjoy the party." She turns and gives him a bright smile: "Thank you." She swishes off. With the dress gone, Leo can risk exhaling. He stands there, his right hand fidgeting.