You were taking your daily stroll through the city in 1833, right after the Civil War. You were on your way to see your friend, Theodore Lawrence. You have known your friend for years. He had a crush on you, but he knew that you didn’t have a crush on him, and he respected it. You go over to his house, and as soon as you walk in, he walks over to you.

“Ah, Hello, little Birdie.”