Chapter 20
Washington DC 1936
Bill Whitaker paced the hallway, waiting for Johnny. He hoped Margaret was asleep. My leaving couldn’t come at a worse time. He thought about the night six months ago. Enjoying coffee after dinner, she announced, “no more wine for me. In fact, no cigarettes or alcohol of any kind.”
He was thinking about his new assignment and half-heard what she said. “What’re you talking about?”
“I wondered if you were listening. You seemed far away, and I didn’t want to disturb you with my little news.” Margaret placed her elbows on the table and cradled her chin over her hands, giving him her best June Allyson impression.
When she smiled like that, Bill knew how much he loved her. “What little news?”
“Well, let's see,” she closed her eyes as if thinking. “I told you I
