Wilkes and Lucy lounged in bed under the down comforter, reading the morning newspapers and sipping coffee. She"d feigned illness to avoid attending a benefit so she could have him to herself all day.
He lowered the paper he was reading and turned to her. “Lucy, my pet, Lincoln"s inauguration is next Monday. Can you get us admission tickets to the speaker"s stand?”
“Of course. But why would you want to attend? You"re not very fond of Lincoln.”
That"s the understatement of the century, Wilkes thought. “It"s history in the making. I like to be present whenever history"s being made, you know that.”
“But Lincoln will be center stage, not you,” she said teasingly, although the statement was foursquare true.
“That"s all right, just this once. I have nothing else planned that day anyway.”
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