Donald Trump has been blessed with two tall and healthy adult sons who have slain numerous wild beasts using only sticks that spit fire. They are married to human women, and their hair is sleek and glossy like the back of a marmot. They possess the right number of teeth. Donald Trump loves to speak to them and give them his counsel, and the one great tragedy of his upcoming presidency is that he will no longer be able to talk business with them. How can he? They will be managing the Trump Organization in trust, and he has vowed not to know anything about its deals and doings until he reads about it in the newspaper - or, to be realistic, sees it on TV. Taking him at his word, here is what the next year will look like.
WINTER: Donald Trump, Eric and Don Jr. sit around the dinner table. "So," Trump says. "How are things?"
Eric glances nervously at his brother. "Things?"
"Not business things, obviously," Trump corrects, glancing down the table at the ethics adviser who has been following them around since this began. "You things."