I looked at Fiona and she looked back. Were we going back to the Archives?
“For now, let us commend these, one U.S. Constitution and one Declaration of Independence, to the fires of a New World—a world as young and savage and beautiful as we are, for it has yet to see even its 30th month, just as we have yet to see our 30th year. And afterward, afterward, I’ll have a special announcement. Right now it’s time to party; and to dance on the grave of that which is old and dead—and which never served us anyway. Salud!”
“Salud!” echoed the crowd, raising their plastic cups.
And then he was unfurling the documents and dropping them into the fire, which hissed and popped and seemed almost alive, and Fiona and I were shoving our way through the crowd—both of us, I think, wondering where we were
