Mr. President, a word. Mr. President, I don’t believe Jeannine Locke was that girl. I don’t believe Jeannine Locke threatened your marriage. I don’t know what it is you’re doing, but here’s what I do believe. I believe this is some kind of dodge. This is some kind of slipping through the bars. This is some kind of way out of you keeping the promise you made to me. I believe that this is some kind of lie.