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“Sir?”

“I ed for you: you’re in Mississippi to interview possible federal judges If your realto do with your trip And Ben, this could be dangerous for you The Klan murders people—clearly”

In the outer office I gave the judge’s name to Mr Hensen, then walked down the steps of the North Portico to the curving driveway To be honest, I hoped so and witness ence from that famous house, but no such luck

I stepped out onto Pennsylvania Avenue and turned towardin order It seeone for a while

I had just passed the entrance to Willard’s Hotel when I reiven me I pulled it out and took a step back to read it in the haze of gaslight from the hotel lobby

Written in the president’s own bold, precise hand were four words:

ABRAHAM CROSS EUDORA QUARTERS

I thought I knew everybody in Eudora, but I’d never heard of Abraharo section of town This was the ?

The fact was, I had not been completely honest with Roosevelt Had he asked me, I would have told him the truth I already knew

I had seen one

Chapter 15

THE SUMMER WE BOTH turned twelve, my best friend, Jacob Gill, and I made it a practice to slip out of our houses after supper and meet at the vacant lot behind the First Bank of Eudora Once out of the sight of grown-ups, we proceeded to coarettes

We’d blow perfect s, from the new shortstop just sent down fro Tar Heels, to the unrader named Cora Sinclair

More than anything, I think, we liked the ritual of s the tobacco froeneral store to sell us a pack of Bugler papers without a word to ourthe gu the match We considered ourselves ood after-dinner s