Eddie and I were at Zanzibar, glued to the television along with everyone else in the place. Normally, all the sets were tuned to sporting events, but tonight, every screen displayed Richard Nixon’s haggard face. Apparently, the break-in at that D.C. hotel led to an investigation which finally culminated in our president’s resignation, live, on TV. Unprecedented. “Good. I’m glad he’s gone, the bum.” A few people near us cheered at my boyfriend’s words as I dropped my voice to counter, “Don’t say that, Eddie. He did some good things.” “He did some illegal things. ‘Putting the interests of America first.’ Pfft. Yeah, right.” “You still have to show some respect. He’s our president!” Eddie’s brows drew together as his lip curled. “He lied, Bren! He lied to all of us! How can you excuse that?”
