Welcome to the last of the happy songs. Admittedly, neither is ultimately very happy but still happier than the last two.
~Eko.
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"How does Testaburger... An arrogant, Immigrant, orphan, Bastard, whore's daughter enforce Allie Nelson, her enemy, a woman she's despised since the beginning.... just to keep me from winning? I wanna be in the room where it happens," Craig states.

"The room where it happens, the room where it happens."

"You've kept me from the room where it happens for the last time!" Craig says.

He starts reading through the letters in question.

"Dear Wendy: I am slow to anger but I toe the line... as I reckon with the effects of your life on mine. I look back on where I failed and in every place I checked, the only common thread has been your disrespect! Now you call me "amoral," a "dangerous disgrace,"
If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face to face! I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant, C.Tucker."

He grabs the second one, from Wendy. A response to his edited version.

"Mr. Vice President: I am not the reason no one trusts you, no one knows what you believe. I will not equivocate on my opinion, I have always worn it on my sleeve. Even if I said what you think I said, you would need to cite a more specific grievance. Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements—"

"Sweet Jesus," Craig lets out.

He skips the pages.

"Hey, I have not been shy! I am just a gal in the public eye, tryin' to do my best for our republic... I don't wanna fight but I won't apologize for doing what's right. I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant, W.Testaburger."

The letters start becoming shorter.

"Careful how you proceed, good woman! Intemperate indeed, good woman! Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed, good woman."

"Tucker, your grievance is legitimate! I stand by what I said, every bit of it! You stand only for yourself, it's what you do... I can't apologize because it's true."

"We stand, Wendy. Weehawken. Dawn. Guns. Drawn."

"You're on! I have the honour to be your obedient servant, W.Testaburger."

"I have the honour to be your obedient servant, C.Tucker."

Craig sighs.

"Dad?" Tricia asks.

Craig looks at her. Just, looks... for a while actually.

"Yeah?" He finally asks.

"I heard you," she says.

Craig sighs.

"Just...... think about whatever you will do. Please, i beg of you," Tricia says.

'I could aim at the sky but Testaburger might not and then Tricia'd be an orphan..... but if I aimed at her, kids would lose their mother... most likely thing would be that we both wound each other..... but that would leave both of us near death' Craig thinks, looking down at his hands.

"Can you write me the letter?" Tricia asks.

"Leave a note to your next to kin."

"I-I," Craig says.

"Please dad, I beg of you.... I'm certain she wrote maybe seventy pages for each child. Can I have one in case you die?" Tricia asks.

"Of course," Craig says.

Tricia smiles.

"I'll go back to my siblings then.... come back alive, dad," Tricia says.

"I can't say that I—," Craig starts.

"You don't need to promise... just say you'll try not to die, that's enough," Tricia says.

"I'll try," Craig says.

Tricia nods.

"Then that's enough!" Tricia says.

She looks down a little.

"And please take negotiations as a possibility. I know you are a man of honour, I grew up with that... but it's not really that honourable to kill someone for wounding your honour.... so step above the fight.... if you were to find it possible at all," Tricia says.

Craig nods.

"Alright then," Craig says

He gives her the letter.

"I have to go," he says.

"So you're going to be in Jersey?" Tricia asks.

Craig nods and grabs his guns.

"Good luck, I guess. Don't do the childish thing," Tricia says.

She kisses her father on the forehead to say goodbye and good luck.

"I'm waiting for you here," she says.

Craig smiles at his daughter before leaving.

~Meanwhile at the Testaburger's for 'best of wives and best of women' AKA the least historically accurate in the goddamn musical. ALEXANDER HAMILTON WAS DOWNTOWN WHEN HE LEFT, ELIZA UPTOWN. How the fuck were they supposed to know when one gets up from bed? I'm following the musical here.~

Wendy looks around before getting up, Stan looks at her while she starts trying to find clothes, keeping silent for a while.

"Wendy, come back to sleep," Stan says.

Wendy turns around to him.

"Oh did I wake you?" She asks.

"Yeah but that not what this is about.... where are you going?" Stan asks.

"I have an early meeting out of town," Wendy says.

Stan sits up, locking eyes.

"It's still dark outside," he states.

Wendy nods. As the duel is at dawn, she'd be late upon leaving when the sun is high.

"I know," Wendy says.

She kisses his forehead.

"I just need to write something down," she says.

Yes and leave to get killed— oh come on it's not even a fucking spoiler, she's playing Alexander Hamilton here meaning goodbye fucker, you dead.

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?" Stan asks.

Wendy sighs.

"Ssh."

She smiles. 'Just shoot the sky and come home' she thinks.

"Come back to bed," Stan says.

"You forfeit the place in our bed."

"That would be enough," Stan says.

He has learned to not expect so much from his wife.... Stay alive and come back are too big for her to handle and so she doesn't even try.

"I'll be back before you know I'm gone," Wendy says.

"Come back to sleep," Stan says.

"This meeting's at dawn," Wendy says, getting over to the door.

"Well, I'm going back to sleep," Stan says.

He laughs.

"Hey," Wendy says.

She gives him a kiss.

"Best of loves and best of people."