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all: someone with whom they could sacrifice their soul, that for others, if not
themselves, a splendid harvest might later be gathered.

The taped played. "You've done an excellent job," I said. By its look both film
and Kennedy could have been shot the day before.

"Considering I used a dupe negative," said Edgar, touching the tip of a fresh
cigarette to his old one; he claimed to use a lighter only upon awakening.
"It's like washing a window that's never been cleaned before."

The Lincoln emerged from behind a street sign. Kennedy lifted his arms as if
shielding his face and reached for his throat's new-made wound. The First Lady
stared, seeing all; the governor, one seat ahead, appeared unaware of anything
untoward. The President clutched his neck, and then the governor was hit. His
cheeks inflated with air forced from the lungs, as if he'd been punched in the
stomach by someone unseen.

"The second shot," said Edgar. "You saw the film jump, before the car came out
from behind the sign?"

"That wasn't deliberate?"

"Not on our part," said Natalie, her bracelets clinking together as she brushed
Edgar's hair from his face. Kennedy slumped toward his wife. "The third bullet
fired hits a curb," Edgar said. "The fourth strikes at frame 313." Mrs.
Kennedy climbed onto the trunk as the Lincoln raced out of the red mist, as if
trying to bring the car to a stop and push it back to where it had been seconds
before. The camera panned right, and all disappeared into a fog of trees rising
from the grassy knoll. The film relooped; the Lincoln swung slowly onto Elm
Street. The crowd cheered as it always had, the President waved as he always
would; the unenlightened might believe that God, touched by the First Lady's
efforts, reconsidered and pressed rewind, that the scene should replay as
intended, that no one be hurt. "Where the film jumps, that proves it."

"Proves what?" I asked.

"That the film was edited," he said. "At the time, certainly. Five, six frames
gone, by my estimate. There've always been suspicions."

"But the notion of missing

I was in second grade when the principal announced that school was closing
early, the president had been ambushed. footage, that's a new one," Natalie
said. "The key to the complicities,"

I was in second grade when the principal announced that school was closing
early, that the President had been ambushed. I imagined rustlers, guns drawn,
leaping up from behind sagebrush. Edgar never before demonstrated any greater
awareness of complicity than my own, but then, this was one of his traditions,
that the fascinations of his other became his own within seconds of his hearing