“. . . like an orange Don Rickles . . .” Reagan was saying.
Washington leaned towards FDR and whispered, “Who’s Don Rickles?”
“. . . obsessed with crowd size! Well, you know what I’d say to that. ‘Mister Gorbachev, tear down his pants!’”
This got a laugh from the more recent arrivals.
“Then he says he’s better looking than his opponent. They never said that about you, did they, Abe?”
Everybody laughed except Lincoln, who gazed over their heads at a cloud. I had a whole lifetime of that, he thought sourly, and now an eternity of it from these guys. ‘Better angels of our nature,’ my ass!
Inspired by Sister Warriors and the numerous afterlives I've imagined, the first one being here. Painting by Andy Thomas.
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