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of them. Romance enabled Edgar to allow others to plot his life in advance as
carefully as the route of a motorcade through an unsecured city. "You started
reading up on this for the project?" I asked. The film jumped; Kennedy lifted
his arms Edgar raised his own and pointed to a stack of books atop a black
console,

"Natalie lent me part of her collection."

"What would be on this missing footage?" I asked. "The first shot," he said. "If
the film originally showed that initial impact, the official timing would be
demonstrated false. The single-bullet theory would be demolished, and with it,
the single-assassin theory." Edgar smiled. "Takes two to tango." She kissed
him, again.

"But it happened so long ago," I said. "What's to be gained from seeing missing
footage, were it to exist, and if it were still in the film?"

"Understanding," they said as one, blushed, then nuzzled. "Has America ever been
the same, since? And can anyone say exactly why that should be so? The child
comes home from school and finds Father lying in a pool of blood in the living
room: Will the child's life afterward ever be the same? If you don't understand
what actually happened in the past, how can you ever relate to the present?"
Perhaps, I hoped, this bespoke an awareness of how that specific inquiry might
be applied to his emotional state as well as his political, "But knowing there
were two assassins won't mean we'll ever know who they were," Natalie said.

"It could still make a difference," Edgar said. "Misperception, that's where
all the trouble starts. Thinking you understand when you really don't. But if
you do truly understand the past, you can start making sense of the present, and
then, finally, you can move on to the future-"

"The future's something else," she said. "Let it happen and worry about it as it
comes."

"The point is," he said, ignoring hers, "the waves from this particular storm
break even today on the unlikeliest shores. What were you saying the other
evening, Natalie? When we met the musicians at the studio?"

"The assassination's why drums became so important in popular music after 1963,"
she said. "I meant to tell that to Lawrence-"

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Why the big beat's essential. Do you remember hearing anything else that
weekend? When you think of Kennedy now, what do you hear?"

"A psychic necessity, you could say," said Edgar.
"You could," said Natalie, rolling her eyes. "A heartbeat you had to hear ever
after, to know you were still alive. That's what I'd call it." T Some opinions
concerning history are best left alone; I let it go. Natalie said she had to