"What's so funny hon?" His wife, Elenor called from the bedroom.
"Nothing, baby." James leaned back, reading the paper. There it was, the story that nobody knew wasn't true. Nobody but-
"Hi." She kissed him once, leaving some lipstick on his face. "Now what's so funny?"
He gestured to the television, where the news was playing the latest story.
“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday, by...