“Surely war’s worse than a few compromises?”
Louie sighed. “If Kennedy keeps appeasing them, they’ll just push for more.”
“He’s going to listen to you over advisers he sees daily? Doubt your letter will make it out of the mail room.”
He frowned. “I could stand on the route of the motorcade and wave the letter, like Chamberlain.”
“He could mistake it for a handkerchief. Didn’t someone give him an umbrella with Chamberlain on it?”
Louie leapt up. “I’ll buy a British one so the message is clear.”
I stroll to the payphone. “Rainshield Fumble is go.”
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