April 25, 2020:

The terminal shuttle is a flat-bed truck, open to the sky. A young woman is sobbing. She wants to quit her immoral job. A young man tries to comfort her: perhaps her fiancé. The President takes her emotion personally. Nixon: she's his secretary, he wants her to stay, his feelings are hurt that she would reject him. You encourage him to be practical. "Dick," you say softly, surprised perhaps at your own familiarity. "I know the perfect woman for you. Her name is Rosemary. She's the model of loyalty and discretion." "You know this woman well?", asks The President. "Yes," you assure him, nodding. "She was my father's confidential secretary his entire life. You can trust her absolutely." Nodding, The President agrees. Your father was someone whose opinion he valued.