To Catch A Sunbeam

After John F Kennedy's funeral, Jackie took it upon herself to empty his private rooms in the White House. She did not want strangers touching his private things, and as his wife, she felt that this was her duty. She went through the numb motions of putting things aside that she wanted to keep, cherished mementoes, favorite ties, even his old slippers, all of which bought tears to her eyes. Then she turned her attention to his mahogany desk, which she had bought for him for his birthday a few years ago. The drawers did not reveal much in the way of personal items, aside from some speeches he would never now make, that he must have drafted late at night. Despite the grimness of the situation, she managed to smile at the sight of coffee rings on some of the papers.  Jackie thought the bottom drawer was empty when she shut it, but she heard something rattle. Frowning, she opened it, and heard it again. There was nothing in there she was sure, and so she shut the draw again. The sound ...