“You Kennedy?” micro dots and lights raced as one of her pale eyes scan me. “Kennedy,” My voice struggles to break past the rhythmic buzzing and thumping of music. “Is an idea lost to history.” “I was told you talk like that.” Her head nodded as she stepped closer to the railing. “Like what?” As innocent as I'd like to be, I've a hunch. “Like you’re trying not to answer. Instead of lying you get people