A snippet from chapter 18:
“Truman, what is your last name?” I asked his as we were being poured our third glass of champagne and eating our meals. I smiled up at the waitress as she finished the pour. The best thing about this place was how quick they were to refill our glasses.
He smiled as he answered. “Kennedy.”
“Kennedy? Nice Irish name.” And then it hit me and I stopped with my champagne glass in mid-air. “Wait - your name is Truman Kennedy?”
He grimaced a little as he swallowed. “My name is Truman Grant Kennedy.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Truman Grant Kennedy. Are your parents obsessed with U.S. History in general or just our nation’s Presidents?”
He chuckled. “Well, you know – they had no control over our last name.”
“Well, not over your last name, sure…”
He smiled again and resumed eating.
“It could have been far worse, I guess,” I said with a shrug. He looked at me, shyly. “They could have named you Polk.”
For the rest of this chapter, please see my fanfic page: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5438095/18/
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