“Mr. Lincoln? Mr. Lincoln? Please wake up Mr. Lincoln, ” a female voice gently asked.
“Huh, “was the only reply from the recently anointed Abraham Lincoln the third as he looked around a familiar room and the same familiar feeling that he wasn’t supposed to be there. He got up quickly and startled Cee Cee the inside tour guide for the Hildene Estate.
“Guess I forgot where I was at,” Abraham said rubbing the back of his neck. He was not used to sleeping in a full bed for quite some time. The cot in his make shift office had always been so low he could reach down and touch the floor, that kept him grounded. Now he was laying in the bed of his great, great grandfather and could not reach the floor and was well, uncomfortable about being so comfortable.
“Sorry I startled you Cee Cee but old habits are hard to break.”
“What habit is that Mr. Lincoln?
“For starters my cot isn’t this comfortable and I had a very unusual dream. Now only bits and pieces seem to stick with me. I remember steps and lots of faces and an angel with a lightning bolt in her hand way up in the sky. When you woke me I looked around the room and was going to run for the door. You know, wrong place wrong time.”
Abraham noticed the quizzical look on Cee Cee and smiled when he saw what she was wearing. “Well, I have seen you in the kitchen, with flour on your face but never have I seen you in that attire.”
This, I hope you approve Mr. Lincoln?” She began to fuss with the bustled dress she was wearing that looked straight out of the eightteen fifties.
“Lincoln huh, Cee Cee do you remember when I worked here? Remember when I worked this place from the barn stalls to the gardens and pretty much everything in between?
Well, it’s still me old Abraham, just the last name changed. ”
“Can I say something Abraham?”
“Always happy to listen Cee Cee.”
“Yes, I do remember your work at Hildene and I never had a problem with you, no one did as far as I can remember. And maybe you don’t know it yet but things are changed, they really are. What I mean to say is you are special in a way no one else is. You are a Lincoln now and I just know destined to do great things, this had to happen for a reason. I hope you can see that Abraham.”
Abraham looked at the petite five foot nothing young woman dressed in period attire and wondered where her insight had come from? What was she seeing that he had not seen all his life? Inside he was still one foot in front of the other flesh and blood Abraham; but not a Jackson a Lincoln now.
Abraham smiled that broad grin he used so many times to win confidence in a court room and said, “Just tell me one thing, do I have to dress up like Abraham Lincoln the first?
They both had a good laugh and while Abraham was asleep, he was given an entire closet of tailored suits to wear. He picked out a medium grey suit that had a sewn in label with the Lincoln III sewn inside. The suit fit like it had been waiting all his life.