The Last President: A Novel Of An Alternative America - Plot & Excerpts
He’d always meant to change it to something less strident, like the “Ode to Joy” or the Internationale, but deed had not yet followed thought and it still played “Yankee Doodle.” This evening, when the call to arms sounded, Adams was settled comfortably in his study reading. He laid the book aside, stretched, and went to the door. It was a little past ten, and he was expecting nobody. He looked through the peephole and saw an Army uniform with three rows of ribbons. Four stars twinkled on the right shoulder loop. Adams pulled the bolt and released the lock. “Tank!” he said, opening the door. “What the hell are you doing here?” General Hiram “Tank” MacGregor stalked past him and into the house. “That’s a fine way to greet an old friend who’s traveled miles to see you,” he said. “How are you, Aaron—how the hell are you?” Adams closed the door and led the way into the study. “Well, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he said. “What about a drink? I’ll tell you: what about an Irish coffee?”
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