Now Nettie looked back on her short career with fondness and an emptiness akin to loss, knowing it would not last much longer. The South foundered on her last pegs. She could see that, even if men like Seddon couldn’t face the truth. This was her third trip, traveling with John Surratt, for Major General Breckinridge. John fell all over himself trying to act the gentleman, holding out his arm for her, doffing his hat nearly every time she spoke, fawning like a preening peacock. His theatrics charmed her.
SheToo bad John had no guts to act on his fantasies. So she’d have to be the one to act on them.
She looked up as John came in from his dinner. “Mr. Surratt!” She gave him a finger-wave.
“Why, Miz Nettie!” He approached, clearly struggling to appear calm.
She stood and linked her arm t
