Second paragraph of third chapter:

“He’s a wonderful man. So homely, so sincere. And look what he’s done for us!” Eleanor nodded politely at the store clerk who was staring out his window to the president and his bodyguards and the carefully selected citizens who were allowed to go up to him and chat.

I really enjoyed The Splendid City and read it to the end, a charming and slightly subversive suburban fantasy, but I don’t think there’s any way it could reasonably be classified as science fiction. All the technology is contemporary, and there is lots of magic. You can get it here.