The Clinton Chronicles: Bill's late for dinner

Even in the seclusion of our Chappaqua  home we can't escape the prying eyes and ears of Secret Service agents who loiter on our street in a 'cable' van and delight  in leaking cheap gossip about everyday life at  Chez Clinton and our supposed fondness for cusswords, speaking of which: "Is that you, Bill? Maria's gone home and I'm not f____ing cooking for you.  You'll have to order in from the Kittle House..."