A woman who chatters
Says little that matters.
As we indicated last month, for it being leap year in 1948 and not in 2015, we have skipped ahead one day for
the fact of the sesquicentennial of the assassination of President
Lincoln on April 14, 1865 and his death the next morning at 7:30, never
regaining consciousness after being shot once behind his left ear by
a derringer fired by John Wilkes Booth at around 10:15 p.m. during
the performance of the comedic play Our American Cousin at
Ford's Theater in Washington.
As time transpired, steeped in a steely couch, spanning the spun decades intervening two events, the tricked underlayment played havoc perhaps with the watch's bridge, which sought only to eliminate the divide transgressed and sentried by the Unknown.
We shall backtrack to Tuesday, April 13, 1948 on Thursday.