“Abe?”
“Abe?”
“What is it, Mary?”
“I am making lunch, do you want a sandwich?”
“Oh yes, that would be fantastic. I have been sitting here racking my brain about how to address Gettysburg and didn’t even realize how hungry I had become.”
“I have a feeling those folks at Gettysburg won’t even remember what you say after all they have been through. I hate Cemeteries they are so creepy, I hate that we have to go.”
“Mary men fought and died to live in a free state country we are going to show our support of the American cause.”
“I know, I know it just weird’s me out. Here is your sandwich. ”
“Thank you, Mary, it feels like 4 score since I had something this good to eat. Surely all sandwich are not created equal.”
“Oh, Abe you flatter me.”
“You have a God-given ability that shall not be in vain your sandwiches innervate my spirit, now I must get back to this speech.”
“Nothing better than a delicious sandwich, during the rebirth of a free country.
I wish I knew where to begin. How about, Death Sucks, am I right? I mean how gross is that. No Abe dammit, your not a teenager anymore. Act like a president.”
“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today… No, NO, NO…”
“Mary, when was the Declaration written?”
“Like 87 years ago or something.”
“Wow, what’s that like 4 score and 7.”
“Abe you know I have no idea why you insist on trying to change the way we talk about passages of time.”
“Mary you know how important it is to me remember I was self-taught no one was running around with those fancy numbers and years when I was a boy I had to come up with this on my own.”
“Yeah yeah, I know Abe… jeez what a baby.”
“What was that Mary?”
“Oh. Nothing honey. Glad you enjoyed your sandwich.
