Genny stayed close by the President as they toured the temple. The helicopters had gone back aloft to provide additional protection. A line of Secret Service agents had secured the entry. Other than a half dozen agents, the two Cambodians, and the dozen news people who had been authorized to join them after an arduous land journey of several hours duration, they were alone.
“You are beautiful. You belong in such places.” The President’s whisper was barely enough to reach her ears though they stood but a pace apart. Frank was next closest, and appeared to be listening to his radio.
“You are ‘deeply enamored’ and therefore also deeply biased. It is this place that is so beautiful, Mr. President. It is a sad horror, the things that occur here. This was the last place of resistance against t
