The carriage drew to a halt, and I watched George steady his shoulders, raise his chin, and take a deep breath-as tho prepareing to go into battle.
It appeared my trepadation was catching.
We were getting close.
I could tell by the speed at which we traveled, and the many times George looked from left to right out the windows. He was like a little boy with something to show.
“Who teases you george?” “Henry, Mason, Jefferson”
While we were introduced my mind moved to our next obstacle: George.
“We voted to have a day of prayer and fasting to showcase our solidarity with Boston’s sufferings.” “That is a laudible idea” I said. “Was it yours?” “Not mine. But that of Thomas Jefferson, Richard Henry Lee, and Patrick Henry.”