June 12, 1965

You had planned a picnic day just for yourself. You wanted to read your book in complete silence and without interruptions. Unfortunately for you, Leon—your husband—invited himself along.

In your basket, you placed some bread, cheese, strawberry and raspberry jam, a bottle of wine, some fruit, two glasses, your book, and a blanket to lay on the ground.

Once they arrived, they spread out the blanket and took the supplies out of the basket, arranging them carefully. They sat down on the blanket. Leon had brought his kitten Milo with him, who was exploring the surroundings trying to catch butterflies. The atmosphere was peaceful: birds were singing, the sun was illuminating the hills with golden tones, and the cool breeze was hitting your skin, making you shiver.

There was tension between you and Leon. You could feel the awkwardness. Your marriage to him was one of convenience. Leon's family needed someone like you in their circle: a famous model who would bring visibility and glamour to the image of conservatism and elitism projected by the Kennedys.

You accepted the marriage because you knew what you would gain: access to powerful circles and new connections. Leon, on the other hand, only accepted what his family told him he should do. He was a somewhat naive young man with a strong sense of duty, sometimes awkward and a little nerdy and adorable.

While you read your book, Leon looked at the landscape, somewhat nervous. The atmosphere was hostile. Leon started talking about trivialities, which annoyed you. Once he started talking, he couldn't stop. That bothered you; you weren't a talkative person, and he talked up a storm.

You tried to ignore him, concentrating on your book, but he wouldn't shut up. He kept talking about random facts. Then he complained about the cold, while shivering. He was becoming exasperating. A butterfly flew by and landed on Leon's knee.

"Did you know that butterflies can't fly when they're cold?" he said. And he kept talking. How annoying he was. "They also have taste sensors on their feet. That's why they land on things: they're tasting them."