was at stake. The rain slackened for a few minutes, then picked up again. A cold, dismal rain blanketed D.C. today.
“Sir?” His secretary leaned in at the door. “The Attorney General is here.”
JFK turned around. “Send him in, please.”
RFK hurried in, looking tired.
“Any word?” the President asked him.
“I think,” the Attorney General replied,” that we may have a deal. But we have to agree to remove our 15 Jupiter missiles from Turkey aimed at the Soviet Union.”
Bobby sat down on a couch. “Not much to give up really. They’re already outmoded, not very effective defensive weapons anymore. I think it’s just a face-saving gesture for Khrushchev.”
JFK looked back out the window; the rain had stopped and a thin ray of sunshine cut through the dark clouds. “Agree to it,” he said.
RFK rushed out of the room, and the President wondered if the rain had really stopped now.