This isn't the epilogue.

I'm sorry. The epilogue is . . . in the works. CoughNON-EXISTANTCough Sorry.

This is about other stuff. Editing stuff. But first - AHHHH! WHY? WHY? WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS?? (Everyone is entitled to their own views. But - well - noooooo! We're doomed!!)

Ahem. Sorry. Ignore that. If you missed it, it wasn't important. This is (note below):

IMPORTANT: (See? Told ya.)

I am re-editing ATSMtPS. I know. Gasp. So, if anyone can scourge their brain for any remnants of this story, and what needs to be fixed, I would be supremely grateful. Except for the first chapter or two, which are being replaced, so ignore those. I have main questions, that I would be very, very happy if you looked at:

James. Picking up Rebecca in New York. Yes? No? Sketchy? Reasonable?

The Ending: How do you like the plane crash?

How about the White House entering thing? Too unrealistic? How can I make it more so? What can I do instead?

Several people have commented that this is like All American Girl. Yes, I read it. The day it was published. (I adore Meg Cabot). Which happened to be a month or so after this story was first posted here.

How was it like AAG? (Except for the President's son):

Title: Um . . . can anyone come up with a better title then And then She Met the President's Son?

Anything that you can recall that I should expand on? Delete?

What was your favorite part? Least favorite?

When I have odd-me humor that sneaks in there (ie., He was only one guy. A fish. He was a fish in the sea.
"How," Rebecca interrupted Lydia on her description of the latest movie they were interested in seeing, "can anyone compare guys to fish? You know what I think of when I think of fish? That scene in Free Willy where the nets get all the fish and they're all dead and big eyed. Gross."
Lydia raised her eyebrows. "I have no idea what you're talking about. First off, I'm not sure there is a scene like that in Free Willy, and second, who's comparing guys to fish?"
"You know - that saying. 'There's plenty of fish in the ocean.' And it's talking about guys in the world . . . No? You're lost. Never mind." She rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. "What animal would you compare guys to?"
"I have no idea . . . orangutans. Or chipmunks."
"What? How do you get those?"
"I don't know. You asked, I answered. God, I'm short on sleep."

That's me humor. And other sections like it. Does it amuse anyone else?

Help:

No, seriously, that's a question: Help? Please?

Thank you thank you very much. I am in desperate need of help.

Oh, and if you live in Australia or New Zealand, and wouldn't mind me bugging you about stupid stuff, please email