“Baltimore has fallen, sir.”
Lincoln stared out the second story window of Independence Hall. It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. He knew this was coming. No one said anything for a little while.
“How are my numbers?” Rusk cleared his throat. “I don’t think we’ll see the true impact on the polls for at least a day or two, Mr. President.”
Of Note: Hanging Gardens of Canada.