Chapter 16
Grant apologized to me three years later.
At another family wedding.
I almost laughed at the location.
He said:
“I thought you were already declining.”
I smiled.
“Physically?”
“Politically.”
“Worse.”
He laughed.
Then became serious.
“I wanted to be early.”
There.
Exactly.
Not hatred.
Opportunism.
He had mistaken transition rumor for invitation.
“Did you learn anything?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
He glanced toward the dance floor.
“Never bet on a throne before the person sitting in it stands up.”
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Not my favorite lesson.
But useful.
