As we drove off, I had the driver swing by the White House one last time, and I had them stop in front of the wrought iron fence out front. I got out of the car and looked at the big white building, while the Secret Service agents scanned the curious crowd.
Marilyn got out, and asked, “What’s up?”
I smiled at her. “Nothing. Just looking.” She came up beside me and tucked her arm through mine. “Did I accomplish anything? Or was it all just a waste? I don’t think I’ll ever know.”
She was silent for a second, and then answered, “It wasn’t a waste, and you accomplished a lot. The ones coming after you will have big shoes to fill.”
“Clown shoes,” I said with a laugh.
“No, just the shoes of a man who’s like won’t be seen again.” She tugged my elbow. “Let’s go home, Carl.”
I looked down at my wife and smiled. “Yes, let’s go home.”
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