GINEVRA August 18, 1920
There was only one place to go, only one place we should go to mark the moment.
With our children, children on the cusp of adulthood, we walked to The Beeches. Vibrancy and new life buzzed in the hot summer air, as if it crackled with the news, with the wind of change that blew through the nation as the breeze did the tops of our trees.
Only Pearl and I climbed the waiting limb, now both of us of forty-two years, we climbed lower and lower. Felix, Angelina, and Mary sat in one of the teahouses, pretending a high tea, acting older while giggling younger.
Pearl unfurled the many times rolled and unrolled paper. Together we stared at the picture splashed across the front of it. A man – one named Lansing, the Secretary of State of the entire country – sat before a w
