Right on Josh...how to burst bubbles in the rarefied atmosphere of that ballroom....
I found myself near a small group of older gentlemen already deep in discussion. Champagne flutes and bourbon glasses mingled in their hands as I caught the edge of their conversation.
“If Franklin could see us now, I wonder if he’d laugh or just set the whole thing on fire,” one said.
“Franklin’s warnings about centralized power were prophetic, but I think he’d marvel at the structure we’ve preserved,” another replied.
The obvious leader of the group broke in with passion. “Franklin was never afraid of fire, but he believed the republic could survive so long as reason prevailed. Though I wonder… has reason left the room in today’s America?”
I blinked. That struck a chord deep inside me. A twinge pricked at my vision, and my reply came before I could stop it.
“Franklin wouldn’t be disappointed because of how loud it’s gotten,” I said, voice strong and confident. “He’d be disappointed that people are arguing without listening. He didn’t fear dissent; he feared ego. The republic doesn’t fall because people disagree. It falls because they stop thinking...and worse, stop listening.”
Glad to see the elder Hastings are benignly clueless...that one of them can identify with the food at a Marriott tells me there just may be some hanky-panky betwixt the sheets...
Then there is Dweeb Hastings the fourth...I don't see him as a potential BF, but more like a scorned, never happening lover...,.and it would not be beneath him to strike when no one is looking...
Next chapter please and thanks....